Ken always hated to fly and loved to travel but by train. As the crane lifted his special wooden flight crate into the shipping hold in the belly of the plane he whinnied in fear. As Lusious watched and smiled about Ken's fears he watched an airport freight specialist get his morning shower of horse urine which poured down as the crate was lifted in.
The laughter from the other men and the man's cursing could be heard by Ken and he turned with compassion and whinnied.
The flight went very smooth and in two hours it landed much to the hope of Ken. Shivering in fear he had a terrible time as the flight brought back memories of family and friends. All the people he knew, now none of them would know him! None of his friends could he call or communicate with in any way! He began as a human mind to feel lonely.
The Arizona sun was far hotter than it's warmth in Wisconsin. Ken's hairy back and black hide felt the burning heat working it's way down to those equine bones. The trip to the stud farm was another two hours and Ken began to slobber green thick saliva as he became dehydrated.
At last the green lush pastures came into view. Ken stomped his forehoofs in desire as he saw rows of happy mare hanging their heads over the fence rails. Mares and mares willing, in need, and ready for plucking, Ken felt his tool was ready.
Lusious shook hands with the cousin of Sarah and as the farmhands unloaded the new stallion both men walked near to look at their respected property.
Ken held his head up hig with pride and stood like he'd always wanted to as a stallion does at show.
"Lusious he is a prize winning stallion! The conformation is sound I like what I see and you can tell Sarah this is a deal!" said the very sun tanned man.
Ken strutted along on his rein behind Lusious and the farm owner. The sights of this farm pleased Ken's human mind, as his stallion self snorted and sniffed the sweet smells of mare in heat.
Ken's paddock was equal to the green pasture he had in Wisconsin. The green grass lured him to lower his head and graze. The sweet blue grass tasted so much better that the horse mentality took control.
It was afternoon before Ken's head popped up and notice that Lusious was gone. Prancing about his kingdom he looked at mares far and wide. The farm owner walked out with a rein and Ken trotted directly to stand and confront the man.
A smile of appreciation came over the face of the man as Ken came to attention within five feet of his master. A soft snort to clear his senses he stood calmly waiting for his commands.
"Ken, what kind of name is that for such a proud and refined stallion? I shall call you Prince Firesun as that red colored hair is by far brighter than any coat I've ever seen." The groomsman standing to one side agreed that Ken's hair color was far different than any known horse.
Ken felt a true pride now and thought his name would be better as a horse name to show his flame of love.
"Johnny take Prince Firesun to the breeding stall and put than crude mare they sent over last week for him to have as a trial mounting. I want to see this creatures techinque." said the owner to the groomsman.
A rein attached to Ken's halter and he pranced off for his first thrill of the day. The groom talked to him as if one might expect the horse could understand English. It was all very interesting till he was told that today he could mount a mare named Mary Jo.