There I stood looking about as the human was accepting his role in this strange but wonderful body. Whether it was the shoes nailed to my hoofs or some length of time I found myself, the real me surfacing.
It was like crawling up a steep incline which was very dark. The steps were unequal in their heights and widths. Yet as I mentally climbed the light of day was brighter and at last only this me was looking from the eyes of the pony. I had pushed forward to take my place as the owner of my stallion self. It was time for the puny human to will himself into control or desolve way.
Now the strength of my body I feel as never before. The tingle of every hair meets the satisfied feeling of being content with my surroundings. Content, a word which till this moment was not understood when I was a man. The things of life were never enough, there was newer and better, and I'd want more plus more.
The air is warm and I stand calmly waiting for some reason to move. If I itch the skin can wiggle in patches anywhere on my body. The flies are more of janitors as they clean. The family dog sniffs me as if to find a new friend. I jumped when his cold wet nose poked into my sheath.
At last Mr. Yoder come to me. Odd it is that his name sticks in my mind. The words he speak are sounds of communication but have lost their direct meaning. As I look back it might have terrified me of the loose as one's mental ability degrades into pure animal. If not for the beastial content feeling I would be agitated and nervous.
His kind soft voice makes me trust his judgement. I am led from my stall and with black iron shoes click and clink along the cobble stone
floor of the stable. To my delight I was being taken out into the warm sun and fresh breeze. My nostrils distend as the scents waft over me of mares and more mares.