Clocks tick, minutes grow to hours, Marica had coflinting thoughts. Yes, no, oh that was, no I should never, back and forth she argured with herself. An arguement working in her thoughts if she should go back to her human exsistance or stay as the mare?
When first her transmutation happened she was of course, appaulled by being thrust into animal form. Yet she understood her body more and more now along with the simple needs and few responisbilities.
The Sun was much higher and Mrs. Ranskin had turned the balance of her herd to grazing in the pasture. An occasional whinnie of either a mare or Chuck gave her a thrill. Like a call of the wild to a mind filled with disturbed ideas, she needed to think before she acted!
"Marcia, it's 11:35, come now and make the exchange with Sassy Gray!"
called Mrs. Ranskin.