A shrill chorus of crowing jolted Trevor’s eyes wide open. It sounded like there was an army of roosters outside greeting the morning. Letting out a sigh, Trevor craned his head up and was a bit surprised to find himself lying on a pile of hay. He was even more shocked when he saw a horse’s body splayed out behind him and realized it was his.
A second or two later, he remembered where he was and what he’d done yesterday and the shock subsided. He’d gone through a similar feeling when he woke up sometime in the middle of the night and had to use his partitioned restroom for the first time.
Trevor had to admit, relieving himself as a horse had been quite a unique experience, though he still wasn’t sure if it was unique in an interesting way or an unnerving way. Either way, he was just glad he hadn’t done it out in the open yet.
Sighing as another round of rooster crowing echoed over his stall, Trevor pushed himself up and made his way over to the window at the back of the stall. He flicked his tail a few times to try and get some strands of hay out of the hairs, even though he could also feel them clinging to his left flank, the side he’d slept on last night.
Looking through the bars lining the window, Trevor guessed it was just a few minutes after sunrise. It was a bit harder to tell with his equine eyes, but it looked like the top of the farmhouse, which was about a hundred yards directly ahead of him, was cast in a brilliant glow from the early morning sunlight hitting it. A soft haze or fog lined the edges of the valley beyond it.
A few other animals were walking around the barnyard, but, for the most part, it was still pretty quiet.
Part of him wondered what time it actually was, but, as well equipped as his stall was, it didn’t have a clock. In the back of his mind, he knew horses didn’t have much of a need for knowing what time it was anyway.
A grumble in his stomach reminded Trevor that, even as horse, he still needed some breakfast. Stepping back into the front of his stall, Trevor used the end of his muzzle to tap the buttons for the water and feed troughs. Within seconds, he had a full load of water and a trough full of horse feed to consume.
His hunger was the more powerful urge right now, so Trevor dipped his head down and started getting mouthfuls of the feed first. It wasn’t as good as the oats last night, but was at least marginally better than the grass.
Once he was done, Trevor washed it down with the water. After dipping the tip of his muzzle into the water, Trevor quickly sucked it up after a few pulls. He kind of wished he had hands to wipe the water off the end of his muzzle when he was done, but quickly dismissed the thought with a shake of his head.
Unfortunately, after he was done, Trevor realized there wasn’t much else for him to do in here unless he wanted to try and go back to sleep. But, aside from the fact that he already felt quite energized, he figured he might as well get out and start enjoying his vacation some more. After all, sleeping was something a horse and a human could do equally well. Why waste his vacation doing that?
After making sure he didn’t need to use the privacy of his stall’s restroom again, Trevor stepped over to the doorway and pressed the button to exit the stall. His ears flicked as soon as his hooves clacked onto the concrete lining the aisle. Within a few seconds, he was off of the noisome concrete and back on the more comfortable dirt of the barnyard. He paused shortly beyond the front gate of the stable and looked around for a second, sucking in the nice crisp early morning air through is flared nostrils. It was time to start his first full day as a horse.
But, what should he do first? He thought about going over to the arena to see if Rita was over there, but wondered how much she’d want him around while she went through her morning training session. Of course, there was always the lake he never made it to yesterday afternoon, or maybe he could start working his way up the trail Irene told him about.