When the morning arrives, you realize that your life as a human is over. you don't want to deal with the rigors of that anymore. This time spent as a mare has taught you that you were never cut out for such a life. You don't really enjoy this life all the time, you could do without pulling the plow, but at least its mindless work.
You've made up your mind, you're going to stay like this.
A few days later, the barber shows up early one morning while the house is still asleep. He walks to your stall and rubs you on the nose, "I hope that you've enjoyed the last month. Have you decided what you want to do now?" he askes.
You nod your head, but can't vocalize anything, but somehow he understands. "Don't worry, I know your thoughts better than you do. You don't want me to cut that back into the haircut that you had when I first saw you, but you aren't completely happy with this mane cut?"
You nod, not sure where he's going.
"Let me try a little something. Don't worry, I think you'll like it. It's not all that different that what you've got now, but you don't need a human to care for it." With that, he pulls out a pair of scissors and begins to cut the mane off. You're a little concerned about how much he's cutting, but he seems to know what he's doing. What makes you a little more nervous is that, as he works, your eye level is coming closer to his. As he completes the mane, he goes to work on the tail. You peak back, stunned at first to see your broad back has narrowed considerably. He cuts your changing tail into a bit more of a triangular shape, then steps back. "What do you think?"
You realize quickly what he's done, he's made you into a deer! A quick look reveals that he left you a female, but that thought isn't all that important to you. What that means for your life makes your feel warm. You'll be free to run the forest on your own, without pulling the plow.
The barber rubs your nose, "These wild cuts are a bit tougher to get rid of, you know." he says. "If you decide that you don't like it, I'll be coming to the barn here once in a while to check in. If you want a change, just hand around the farm and you'll find me." His expression gets serious, "But the longer you stay with this cut, the harder it is to part with. The fall season is fast coming upon us. If I don't see you by the end of next summer, I may not be back."
With that, he opens the stall door and walks away.
Stunned by the changes, you walk out of the stall, out of the barn, and then bound into the woods to start a new life.