"Hey geddiup your three, heeya!" calls a voice of a mature young man.
You turn your head and much to your surprise and some delight there stands a Amish man holding the reins.
Slap goes the leather reins over your back and the other two there with you.
"Heeya, Geddiup thar Kevin, and you thar Lamp, keep up with your partner!" says the man as you turn to look a the horse next to you all attached to a well used manurer spreader.
The Genie has a sense of humor yet even thinking that it doesn't fade the thoughts of what you are, and where. A feeling now are those of a human trapped inside the whithering form of some old plow horse. The instincts are gone and without them as some guide your actions cause the Amish man to get angry.
"I don't know what to do! I'm lost and have not even a horse to call, friend! I'm alone, God almighty I'm so alone!" you pang your world.