Meanwhile inside a man human form the wits of a mature stallion battled with strange feelings and wild sensations. Agile, arms not legs, hands not hoofs, colors of vision rather than bland colors of equine eyes.
To fear is to run as his beastial instincts were carried over to George's mind. No formal education, only the learned ways and needs of being one of the beastial world of animals, Sampson was lost!
Humans, their touching, their sounds with no meaning but even then the volumes and their feeling of fear filled his simple mind. Tied down so that not a leg could he stand there on. Screams, but not true whinnies came from lips which felt useless for grooping for food or grains.
The wild noisy ride in a bright lighted vehicle must have been a high point in Sampson's fears. Becky tried to console her dear friend only to recieve several nasty bites. The ride to the Hospital was one of fear and horror to all.