You get the ride of your life as a 70 mph wind made by the truck hauling along give the new you a real blow. Tingling on the billions of sensual hairs which cover the horsey hide the wind grants a peaceful feeling as the new horse is lulled to doze.
A jarring bump bring the mind awake but its almost too late as your sesnual sleep eeked away most of the learned knowledge a human might need. Oh but your a horse now and the use of math, english class, and geography won't be of use anymore.
The urging of men about your massive body makes one a good bit uneasy as they push you backwards off the truck. At last the feel of God's warm earth beneath the hoofs you stand upon. A quick look to the Sun' and feel its mighty warming upon the dsrk haired face which is yours.
Straps fly over your back, at first they seem cold and make you jump. Yet as you are black so also are they and the Sun warms them into something not to be afraid about. It's when the bit is jammed into your mouth the realism of what you are strikes and strikes hard.
Words, they have no meaning as if the men are speaking in foriegn language, yet something odd as one cocks the head to think, they sound , well very satisfied about this new you.
An occasional word prevails yet on your degraded mind, Percheron, Stud, strong, hardy, breeder, healthy, these for some reason still make some sense and you stand proud and pleased with this horse form.