A horse is not too bad, I had thought some times how being such an animal would be? This could have been worse if I were bovine.
Turning I walk with some difficulty learning to place on foot in front of another on all fours. Walking I strain to see far ahead, but find my eyesight as rather nearsighted.
Hearing is much better than human, but it too has drawbacks. I hear ten times the sounds a human might. One needs to learn which one to listen to and the others to ignore.
Sniffing the air brings all kinds of park odors. Popcorn, hotdogs, people scents, animal scents, oily smells, smoke, flowers, dust, and the smell of fear is the strongest in the air.
Fear a bad smell in my horsey mind. Fears of Donkeys, pigs, cows, cats, dogs, a wide range of animal scents. The most personal deep inner terrified smell seems to be equine's in fear.
The still human part of my mind suggests seeking out those in fear and offering help. Oh, the animal horse mind wants only to run from such a smell. I am torn as to which mind set to follow.
Human wins for now and I walk to the left toward a horse in fear. Weaving through alleys and side streets the smell is increasing.
I stop and stare at a corral with big horses. Several draft animals mill around. Some as I sniff the air for scents, while three seem to be at peace with their animal situation.
Slap as something hits my neck. A rope is pulled snug and I am led to a vacant corral. The other horses are all looking at me, and so are four humans.
"What a fine looking animal Jeb, I wonder what exibit he came from?"
"Doesn't matter, said Jeb Flycatcher the livery stable manager! He's a horse now and as far as I care he will be one forever. Although he looks like an Arabian stud doesn't he, said Jeb as he probed my rear loins."
The others came close, each petting my body and commenting on my form to Mr. Flycatcher. If he's got any mind left he'd better have enough horse sense to be willing at work or at stud. If not his only horse scents he will give off is those of a gelding."