As each day goes by more of us are taken to the lab for testing. I know this as I hear the guards talk. If find it odd that memories of what my name is are gone yet I hear and understand languages.
I have lost count of the passing suns and I'm sure by the thickening layer of manure in the pen we have been here a good month. Even as I consider my days the guards entered the pen and today is my last day.
Taken bleating with a rope around my neck I'm dragged to an uncertain future. The rope removed I'm placed in a steel crate and sent into a hard spray washer. The water pulses and shoots deep into my thick wool. I hear other sheep and goats screaming of fear as they too are washed.
I stayed silent during the wash which was a mistake. My silence was viewed as if my intelligence was still intact. I am allowed to walk free of any rope and told where to go as if I weren't the animal I am.
My hooves click along the tile floor as I am led to some test. As I and two others walk inside the lab we are greeted by a nurse who talks to us as if we still were human. I can't believe what I hear as questions are asked and we clop our right forehooves for yes and left for no. Now I know that they realize we are animals.
After hours of questioning we are turned out into a large pen. A pile of lush green cuttings is in the middle of the pen and water troughs along each side. A helper of some kind walks our pen scooping up droppings as quick as they fall. One would think of this place as a kind of hotel for the animal kingdom.