"The Mirrors !" You see one appear and fade away at hte far end of the stable. Your mind seems more feable but deep down you know they offer escape from your life as a horse.
A whinnie of a mare in dire need of your services makes you turn the head only to see a mirror again show itself and then fade away.
Something inside tells you to run for the next mirror and fling this horse body into somewhere else.
Every sniff of the air brings with it the rich scents that linger about the stable. The very manure you drop mixes with urine both yours and other horses to make an aluring and almost compelling equine perfume.
"There!" you see it again a mirror fade into view.
The sparks fly off your iron horseshoes as four legs strain for movement before the saving mirror vanishes into thin air.
A bounce up on forelegs jumps the Cylesdale you are into the air and with promise of a better life than this one arches through into the glass maze.