No inhabitions, I stand feeling calm! My body and guts make sounds but they too are nothing to concern my attention. I wait for someone to come, time, time has no meaning, I exsist, I am now!
My world has slimmed down and only what is in sight or hearing range even concerns my mind. Hunger, a feeling of inner need as I nibble the floor.
A feeling of peace, but my mind sends out an alert, something is wrong! Wrong, I look around but all senses are to be calm and await some stimulant.
I cry out, hunger and thirst are a very present want. Then sounds of someone coming and I hear words spoken. I hear very well but the words are from some other language.
They come, I feel hope, they touch and pat my back. Words, but no meanings make me feel alone. I duck my head as they put something with a lovely smell over and fasten it tight. All this is different yet much seems so right. I am led out a wide door, up four big steps and into the warmth of an afternoon sun.
My ears hear sounds as never before, as nostrils sniff the air for thousands of strange scents. They pat me and touch my legs and back. I jumped when one of the sick bastards touched my groin. He felt and crushed my penis in his hands, I was ashamed!
They led me forward and I trust them to a point. A trailer for animals is opened and the one pulls at my head to follow him inside.
I'm not interested in riding in some smelly trailer! Then a touch of my mind says OK, and I follow him in. The scents are familiar, it would be that I've been here before.
Standing calmly the one man walks a big brown horse toward the trailer. I strain my eyes to see the beast. It is entered and tied to the same wall as my rein. At first I do not trust this new animal, yet his smell is in my brain and so we kiss at each other.
I can't believe I just kissed a horse! Yet he seems as big as I am or am I as big as him? I pause to view him and compare to me, we look very simular. Both dark of hair, large hoofs, a wisking tail, his big nose feels much as mine!
I close my eyes and really try to think without any distractions. I hear words, yet this time the meaning sinks in and makes some sense.
"Jake check those reins I don't want to lose our new property! Be sure to lock the back of the trailer too. We wouldn't want to lose our good classmates!"
"All set Claude, what do you think two Dutch Drafts will bring at auction?"
"I guess $12 to 1600 each, they are a nice looking pair of stallions. Both Frank and John were the best of friends in class. Even now they play with the other! Oh but wait in a month when the desire for mares in estus brings on the need to procreate, then watch the hate flare."
Suddenly I understood why my mind seemed so calm when the memory of entrapment made me uneasy. This is Frank, he's a draft horse, and damned be me I am one too.