The unbroken mirror of water reflects my face as the soul in me fades. A face only a true equestrian would have known looks back at me from the water. Dark is my face the hair growing from it lightens as it spreads to the muzzel.
I turn to look over my whithers at a strong back of sound musle. I'm not tall and not as large as the Pooka but I do stand on all fours. A black course haired tail thick of hairs flicks as I feel nervous about what I am.
My stance is sound and I feel so natural on four legs. To paw the Earth with a forehoof is strange in the sense. I can feel the ground but it does not offer the feelings my hand would give. To walk one might think of tripping and fall about a tangle of legs, not true!
In a minute I'm prancing about feeling ready to join the herd and run or graze content. I look up at my friend and mentor He smiles and together we go off to a better life, at least for me.