The horse mirror looks pretty neat - it shows a huge golden-brown horse in a fancy stall, with people pointing and taking photos of it. Looking closer, you see pictures on the stable wall showing a huge red and gold wagon being pulled by a team of horses like the one in the mirror. The Budweiser horses! This must be one of the Clydesdales that pull the famous wagon in the commercials.
Grinning, you step through, figuring that such a famous animal would be pampered and spoiled. As you emerge on the other side, you feel a strange heaviness and snort, pawing the straw-covered ground with a massive hoof. The people admiring you snap photos. Something stings your side. A horsefly! You twitch your skin automatically, marveling at the sensation. You have such awareness and control of your body! Part of this includes awareness of a damp, sensitive area under your tail. You're a girl horse! Well, that is better than being a gelding. Every now and then, a groom comes in and brushes you down and feeds you a carrot or apple. You like the attention and the treats.
As the afternoon wears on, however, you find that this is not the great life you thought it might be. No one else is allowed to feed or even touch you, and you have to stand there, bored for hours. You pay attention the first time the tour guide introduces you tot eh tourists. "This is Martha. She's a five year-old mare, somewhat new to our program. We have been training Martha to work with the main team as a potential replacement, however, because of her perfect markings and conformation, we are planning to use her for breeding. She actually has a date later on today with one of our stallions." That could be interesting!
Flies. You have been sprayed with something by the grooms, but the damned bugs keep coming back. It doesn't hurt bad, just stings in annoying ways. Your tail twitches and flicks, shooing most off, but one settles on your anus. The bite makes you jerk a hind leg in reflex and it kicks back, hitting something that startles you with a shattering sound. There is a sudden commotion as two of the grooms come in and check your back end, then lead you out to another stall. You hear the tour guide explaining "Sorry, folks. Martha is fine. We were experimenting with a mirror on the back of the stall so you folks could see all of her, but that obviously was a bad idea. Let's hope that these pesky bugs did not coast her seven years of bad luck!"
Mirror! Oh, no! You get a glimpse of a silvery shimmer behind a sheet of plexiglass, the remnants of the mirror you just accidentally kicked. As you are led down to an empty stall on the end, you notice that none of the other stalls have mirrors, and neither does the one you are now in. They were experimenting with a mirror. And that was the one you entered the stall from! How will you get back?