Chuck stood at the barn door watching his harem walk inside and step into their respective stalls. At last Mrs. Ranskin wiggled her finger for him to come and find his new bed.
Walking by the mares he took a sniff here and a sniff there. The instincts built into the pony mind told him who was willing, ready, or soon to be in need of his attentions.
"Come on Chuck, you can sniff and play tomorrow and for the coming 92 years!" the lady beconed to Chuck.
As Chuck walked inside his stall he sniffed and looked around. Stepping closer to the lady he gestured to talk. Again she raised her hands, spread the fingers wide, and spoke the spell for Chuck to converse.
"This stall stinks of horseshit!" said Chuck.
"Yes, it does, but ponies and horses know their home by the smell. The scents of their urine and manure they realize to be their home, it's all part of instinct. Why all ponies or animals in general know their body odors in the same way as you know your name and or mine." explained Mrs. Ranskin.
"Hey maybe so but I watched some of the mares as they stepped into their stalls they cut loose a load of shit and wow the stink!" argued Chuck.
The lady laughed, "Oh Chuck your priceless! You put ponies on a human scale and try to suggest they are acting in a wrong manner, in fact it is you who is not doing it right."
"I don't want to crap and pee in my stall and then lay in the stuff, that's dirty!" Chuck continued to argue.
"Oh Chuck you have a lot to learn and some primal ways of animal lifestyle to get used to, but in time even Ely came around and liked being a stallion!" said the lady to her stud.
Chuck milled around in his stall making muttering human sounds till at last the lady said, "All right I've heard enough! Now eat your hay and grain ration, drink the water from the bucket, and go to sleep!"
"But I have more questions! How was Ely? Did you get to see him, was my body Ok? Is he coming here to live with you?" asked Chuck.
The lady looked at him sternly and said, "Ely is fine, I got to talk with him, and he is very dissatisfied with you older and fat body, he rather be as you now are, if he could! Now good night Chuck!"
"But, but, does he still have the ring?" asked Chuck.
"YES, YES, he still has the ring on the little finger, right hand! If he came back to us he could become as Samson our draft horse stallion. Once the transition was done from animal to human he can not return to the exact animal he was or he'll die. Oh my! If he does transfer to Samson he will have only a few years left, Samson, is going to be nine years old next June. As a draft horse might say live to twenty years old Ely would only gain the normal life term and not have your extended term, that's just the way these spells and curses work." explained Mrs. Ranskin.
Chuck looked right and then left. He started to circle around in his stall till Mrs. Ranskin looked at him and asked, "What's wrong Chuck you seem uneasy?"
Chuck looked over the stall's high way and gave a sigh. "Oh heck!" As then Mrs. Ranskin laughed, then holding her nose she ran to the barn door as Chuck ripped a sour pony fart.
"Good Night, Chuck!" said the lady as she shut the barn door.