THEN, you feel strange and strong, agile and so very alive. your eyes are closed yet the muffled sound of cars and trucks rolling by on an interstate highway, the scents and smells of green and growing things fills every breath, that warm Arizonia sun warms you as the wafting breeze cools away the sun's extra heat. You slowly open your eyes.
Your stand looking out over the busy highway. As expected the sun bakes down on you but there's just something odd about what your feeling.
Looking right and left proves that you are standing in a green grassy field at the fence which stops one from walking out into the highway traffic.
Wondering where the Genis placed you, turning around its a steep hill behind you and the climb though high is not any real challange.
Reaching the peak of the hill grants you a full view of all around. The din of noise from that highway now blanks out all other noises. You blink and strain to see but you vision of distant objects seems blurry. Yet thing up close are quite clear even if horribly discolored.
The blurry sight of distant buildings all dressed in white must be your home or maybe a castle. Your nervous and feeling such gets shivers which twitch you skin here and there all about your body.
You begin to walk toward what one has imagined is the castle and home for you provided by the Genie.
Your walk increased in speed you start to jog along in a slow run.
You want to see and be there in your castle, to see and enjoy the wonderous riches and pleasure a man of great wealth has to enjoy.
Your running at a wild pace down the hill and across the open grassy lawn.
Then your strain yourself into a halt as what loomed in blurrines before come plain and clear.
"Stables?" you think and wonder if these are yours, many a rich man has a stable, horses, and lands surrounding his great house.
Coming to a white PCV plastic four rail fence you walk it until coming to a gate. Tilting your head in a strange fashion you reach for the outside bolt with your mouth.
"Why not my hands, why my mouth and not use my hands?" over and over the question runs in your mind and thoughts but never-the-less you are reaching, straining your neck and with tongue feeling for the bolt handle lips grab it, the bolt slides back.
The gate flies open with the nudge of your left knee.
Now you walk slowly and look around with sights and sounds of a working stables all around. You feel great pride in this what you own!
"Hey Sabastion is free!" yells a man.
You look around wondering what's all the comotion about? The man runs your way so you turn to see what might be happening or coming behind.
The feel of a lasso falling over your head bring a sudden realization about yourself. The men yank on their ropes tightening the lasso's making you feel trapped. Whirling around you have the thought to charge these men and win back your freedom. "No!" You think I must know why they treat me like some animal?
"Sabastion, my good young Stallion!" says a well dressed man walking closer as those holding the ropes draw them all the tighter.
"Easy boys easy, Sabastion is a galant young stud, aren't you there boy!" says the man as he dips a hand into a pocket to offer a cube of brown sugar.
The thought to ask your questioning mind is quickly cut off by the instant action to gobble up the sweet morsel.
Then a thought, what are you doing eating out of this man's hand like that? Are you his slave, what kind of life filled with wealth and riches did that dumb Genie place you?
The man walks close and with his flat palm slaps you on the side of your neck. "Good boy, yes there Sabastion is one fine Arabian stallion! See boys he's as tame as dish water and wants only to be loved and cherrished for the mighty stallion he is for to earn me money!" says the man as you hear him and stand there astonished.
A click of the ringlet to your halter and one of the men walks you up the path and placed you in a large stall. The scents of your droppings and straw mixed with cedar shavings makes part of you calm more, this is your home!