Paul felt as if the beer was making him drunk. His lips could not form words and speaking seemed almost impossible. His belly felt bloated while sitting on the barstool was rapidly becoming quite uncomfortable.
Even in the dim romantic light of the bar Paul could see his summer's tanned skin darken. He eyed it as if this what he saw was some imagined dream but as his hand touch the other arm he realized a different texture, it was like leather!
Turning to look over at the Bartender Paul was about to ask a question.
As he turned and looked the man's way his face was met with two hands coming toward him. A blink of his eyes and the Bartender slid over Paul's head and face something.
Groaning out his wonder to what was put on him the Bartender smiled as he announced to Paul that Fjord Beer made for fine Fjord ponies. He laughed at Paul telling him he was going to become a prime stud pony and his life would be quite changed.