Mike stood with all the others, he having some year or son before then come to the mansion for a one night stay. Down on his luck, without meaningful employment, he wandered through town and seeing the dilapidated mansion all vacant and doors standing open, he thought this a good place to spend a restful night.
He like many of the others who came to the mansion and caught in the many dehumanizing traps there and about, he, Mike became as a Shetland pony stallion. The quaking of the mansion had caused his partial return to being human,.Standing upright on two legs, as yet the hind legs and hoofs of his pony self, coated in dappled gray and black fur, he stood as a striking figure of being part a man and mostly still a rouge stallion, stud, and molester of female ponies.
Beaming with green teeth in as best a smile as mike could make, he stood there waiting, baited, in hope his time as a stallion pony might soon come to an proper ending.