"Huhhhugggg, I stretched and began to wake up. I opened my eyes and they seemed blurred, must have been the beer! I felt stiff all over and decided to lay there, quietly looking out the stable dutch door at a blue sky. WHAT! STABLE! WHERE AM I, GET UP FOOL SOMETHING IS DIFFENATELY WRONG!
I try to roll over and get up, I push off with my hands but get nowhere. I try again and a third time manage to stand on all fours with a head full of wool and feeling rather disoriented.
"Hey big fella, I see your up, come on big boy we have work to be done and your services are a must! said some very jolly man."
Hooking something to my wool filled head I'm led out into the warm summer sun. I look around, I'm in the country, no longer at that horse eatery place? I wonder and my thoughts fog up.
I'm standing here as that young man in a black hat and white shirt is putting something all around me and over by back, what' going on???
Amish, he's Amish, I think threw the clouded mind. Then a huge black Shire I think, a drafthorse is standing next to me and the young man is putting a harness on him.
What would I be doing as a guest of an Amish family here in Pennsylvania, no dought, I must ask him how I got here???
I opened my mouth and spoke, spoke? I just whinnied? I look to behind me to say something to the man as he clims upon a wooden wagon.
'Slap goes something on my back and I jerk forward, this all seems so right, the horse enxt to me walks also forward and soon we are trotting out onto a country dirt road.
I can't think minutes go by and I can not place a word with a thought and hold it long enough to make sense. The road has come to a village and we stop at a grain store. I turn and look only to have the horse next to me lick my face with a big sticky green tongue.
Then, I hear him talking and I tilt my head as best I can to hear.
"Ya Ya, Mr Yuker those two black shires are the calmest and best working horses I have ever owned. I hope you can get more from that amusment park, My, such animals and so young, and that place sells them off at such a low price. How can they afford to raise such fine horses and sell at such low price. Well thanks so very much, these two should last a good twenty years or so."
I stood dumbfounded as memories poured into a empty mind. I had been changed somehow to a Shire stallion. I was sent here to this farm a month ago. I am a draft horse of hugh size. The horse next to me was one of the girls who stowed away of the ferry, and now we are both horses working on a farm. Most of all i look at her with desire, she is my mate and carries my foal, I'm in LOVE.