The rest of the week passed smoothly. Jeff learned to gallop even faster, to jump, and how grass tastes. He embraced his temporal being as a mare, and Dean calling him 'Sahara' wasn't bothering him anymore. They had a lot of fun together, training for the race.
At the end of the seventh day of his transformation, Dean entered his stall, smiling from ear to ear. "Great news, Sahara! We've got your competition tag and everything-you're officialy in the race!"
Jeff neighed happily. Finally! They were worried that he wouldn't pass the test given to him on his fifth day, but he did! He felt very proud of himself. 'Just a week as a horse, and I'm already getting into the biggest horse races in the country!'
Dean opened his hand, revealing a sugar cube. Jeff had ate those before, but never as a horse-and as a horse, the sugar cube's taste was amazing. He whinneyd in enjoyment, and flickered his tail. He earned it!
The second week passed slowly, the days seem to become longer and longer. Jeff and Dean couldn't wait; They were way too excited, and trained all day for the competition. There were a lot of visitors, including a horse vet, Dean's parents-that, as expected, had no idea that Sahara used to be their son's best friend-and lots of Dean's friends, who came to cheer him up and congragulate him for competing in the race.
But eventually, this week have passed. The day before the competition, both Dean and Sahara went to sleep early, but they just couldn't sleep. 'Tommorow is the big day!' they both thought.
Jeff had another thing to be waiting for-his transformation back into a man. But than he remembered that he agreed to stay as a horse for an extra week after the race. 'But why would Dean ask that?' He wondered, wandering nervously in his stall.
In his room, Dean also thought about the competition, and the extra week. "Oh, Jeff," He grinned to himself, "You have no idea what's about to come, don't? Oh, you'll probably resist at first, but I KNOW you'd like it."