Jarred felt the familiar stiffening under his belly, and curled is upper lip to capture the enticing odor of another young mare. After a year of being a pony, he no longer felt emberrased at his sexual urges, and he realized that he didn't even think of mounting horses as anything to be ashamed of.
Yet the medallion was here! Almost within reach. He wondered if he could try writing in the straw, but while he could think of what letters were, he couldn't quite remember what any of them looked like. Writing was not a pony thing - it was a human thing. He had forgotten many human things in the past year. Something in his head called math, a trick of riding a metal and rubber thing called a bicycle. He was not unhappy to have forgotten these things, just aware that they had once been part of him.
Jarred was actually very comfortable as a pony, and happy most of the time. Perhaps he should try to get the medallion to finish up what it had started so long ago, and make his mind fully equine?