Ian stared out the door for some time, wondering what was happening. It was only when she started to feel the tug on her teats that she began to accept that, somehow, she'd changed places with the mare in the stall. Exactly how that happened, she couldn't figure out.
She expected someone to come and gloat, or explain things, but it never happened. She spent the next few days hearing bits of information from the farmer and his family, which consisted of his wife and three teenage kids, one son and two older daughters. She found out quickly that she was Sadie, a young mare with her first foal.
The man that had stumbled into their barn was taken to a hospital. There was speculation in the family from time to time about what had happened to him, but after a couple weeks they just stopped talking about him.
The foal matured quickly, and Sadie spent more and more time in the pasture. She was saddled up from time to time, having to learn the commands from her owners.
By the time she'd been on the farm for a year, being a mare was second nature. Sadie hadn't forgotten Ian, but it became a part of her life that was over. She hadn't figured out what had caused the transformation, but after a time she didn't care. Even the thought that she was about to be bred again did little to concern her.