The Doctor of pain and delight showed up with his shit grin and a bunch of injection needles. "Mister Benfi it's time to know, a spy or service the palace of our Master?"
I loved my country and now given a chance as a slave or a spy, I'd have to be a slave!
A solid hoof wrote in the saw dust of the stable floor. S L A V E
The shit grin turned to a smile of gratitude. "A fine choice on your part, I will give you nineteen injection to adjust your form to working in the palace."
I counted each one since the Doctor of pain always used very dull needles.
Told to rest I soon crumpled my legs into a ball and fell sound asleep. Time seemed to spin away and rememberances of days and weeks gone by as I saw the white ceiling of a private room.
"Wakey, wakey Benfi, it's time to get up the seryum's have worked and with a little muscle building you are ready for your service to our Master," said the Doctor of Pain.
I rolled over as to get up on all fours like normal. The view of human hands and arms made me smile. Sitting on the edge of the bed the Doctor checked my heart and thumped my back.
"Fine you are just fine the repattern worked and your humanism has returned, said the Doctor. Can you stand please!"