Sybil asked to go and visit her Husband, Daniel's real father. A reluctant Miss Jane finally agreed and on a cool morning the two drove over to the Exmoor Farm.
Once inside the main gate it was Sybil who noted the different colors and mealy almost donkey look of the Exmoor breed. Miss Jane agreed that the Exmoor was of equal strength to the Dartmoor breed but the conformation was had some poor blood lines inbred.
A short walk brought Sybil face to face with her husband of the previous marriage except he had no way to smile. As Miss Jane stood by keeping others away and giving Sybil the needed privacy, the exhusband nodded and wrote words in the corral sand.
It wasn't long, maybe an hour before Sybil walked past Miss Jane as she headed for the car. Miss Jane ran after her wondering what had occured between Sybil and her Ex?
"He's in misery being a pony, he told me so!" cried Sybil.
Miss Jane looked over her shoulder at the chocolate brown Exmoor pony standing like a statue in his corral.
"Tell me has he been mistreated?" asked Miss Jane.
"No, no his treatment has been just fine and he accepted his change quite well, at first! He's in real agonized misery now though!" cried Sybil as she hid her face with her hands.
Miss Jane sat Sybil down in the car and with windows and doors closed she again asked what was wrong.
"Its his life now, its his mind, his thoughts, and the very lack of nothing to do that is driving him madd! He has a human mental pattern and thinks much as we do! Yet he is kept as the common animal and then left to stand for hours upon hours doing nothing!" Sybil cried out the words.
"He has a life of ease, what's wrong with that?" asked Miss Jane back to Sybil.
"That's the problem, its boredom, he's going crazy just standing there as the animal he is listening to his arteries harden. he has no work, nothing to do, nothing to look forward to, except the possible mounting of some needy mare! He is still thinking as a man who needs things to do, things to accomplish, one can't just stand all day and masturbate! He told me that! He told me too that he is sick to death and would if he could comit his own death he offered some way. Remember the man, the lab assistant who injected himself and was sent to this farm as a sterile animal. he too found his life in shambles and without any real need to live took his own life when the chance presented itself!" cried out Sybil.
Miss Jane leaned back into her car seat and wondered if the big plan had missed an important part.
When they returned to Miss jane's farm she suggested Sybil lay down and relax while she went to her study and wrote a letter.