You see a farmer approach you, his eyes widen in astonishment at the sight of the magnificent Palomino Horse grazing in his field. With a mixture of wonder and curiosity, he gently approaches, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Hey there, fella," the farmer says, his words carrying a warmth that soothes your equine mind. "Where did you come from?"
The question catches you off guard, your thoughts momentarily stalling. Sensing your hesitation, the farmer chuckles softly, a twinkle of amusement in his eye.
"Well, no matter," he says, his voice gentle as he strokes your mane. "Every horse needs a name, and you're no exception."
A name, your old human name eludes you, lost in the depths of your equine consciousness. Confusion flickers in your mind as you struggle to remember, but your name remains stubbornly out of reach.
After a moment of contemplation, a smile spreads across the farmer's face as inspiration strikes.
"I'll call you Blaze," he declares, his voice filled with certainty. "Because of that fiery spirit of yours."
You then feel a strange sense of connection to your new name. Blaze. It resonates within you, a symbol of your newfound identity as a horse on the farm.
With a gentle pat on the flank, the farmer leads you toward the stable, his steps confident and sure. And as you enter the cool darkness of the barn, you feels a sense of anticipation building within you.
As you follow the farmer into the stable, you're greeted by the comforting scent of hay and warm wood. The farmer gestures toward a sturdy stall, its door swinging open invitingly.
"Here you go, Blaze," the farmer says with a smile, his voice filled with kindness. "This'll be your home from now on."
You step inside, your hooves sinking into the soft bedding of straw. It feels familiar and comforting, like a warm embrace after a long journey. As you settle into the stall, your eyes catch sight of a large bucket filled with fresh, cool water. another bucket filled with oats and a gleaming salt lick hanging from the wall.
The farmer chuckles softly. "I reckon you'll be needing these," he says, reaching for the bucket and pouring a generous portion of oats into a feeding trough. The oats are warm and fragrant, their scent making your mouth water in anticipation.
Instantly you lower your head and begins to nibble at the oats, savoring each mouthful as the farmer watches on with a smile.
As you eat, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you, a feeling of belonging in this place that is now your home. With each bite of oats, lick of salt, and gulp of water, you know that you're cared for, that you are safe and loved.
And as the sun begins to set outside the stable, casting long shadows across the farmyard, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, your belly full and your heart light with the promise of a new day dawning on the farm.