Rowan didn't get a very good look at the owner. The tears in his eyes and screams in his head made it impossible to see or remember anything clearly. He was now in a horse transport trailer, neat and lined with hay. He wondered where he was going. He remembered seeing some ranches a little way from China Town, then there was the horse races. Rowan turned his head to look at his body, er, whichever parts he could actually view. He almost burst out in tears, but tried to turn things around. The maniacal shop keeper was right, Rowan did make a mighty fine steed. Rowan always liked them, that's what drew him to the horse races, well, besides the gambling. If he was stuck this way, he'd figure he'd try to enjoy it.
"The good of this is... I look super awesome... My coat is nice and shiny, I bet I'll be some sort of show horse. That's an easy job. People cheer as I jump over stuff while someone rides me. I hope it's a hot chick... Or a hot dude, I don't care. I wonder how harnesses feel. Probably like a little back coat. You got a horse cock, that's awesome too. Since I'm so nice looking, they'll probably want to use me for making more horses or whatever that's call. I mean, I'm not attracted to horses or anything, so I'll just close my eyes and go to town. Maybe I might even get to become human again. If I became a horse, then there has to be a way to become a human... Oh I hope so." Rowan's mind continued reeling. He was no longer sobbing, but smiling. Rather, smiling on the inside since horses can't exactly smile.
The trailer stopped, and the sound of a truck door opening and closing was heard. Silence. Then a flood of light blinded Rowan. He felt things being placed on him, but couldn't see yet until his eyes adjusted. The outline of the person was visible, looking like the outline of the person who he saw back at the shop. "My owner!" Rowan thought, his eyes now finally adjusting. "Whoa, my Owner is..."