We went back to the logging site and I was hooked up to yet another log. The elves were all petting me and telling me how wonderful and strong and good I was. The leader made me warm again and I felt even stronger and bigger. This log was even easier, and we pulled two more before they had me stop to rest and drink. I felt wonderful, my muscles feeling a slight burn from being used fully, but not hurting or even tired. I slurped down half the bucket of water that the leader held for me before I realized I was sucking it in with my face pushed down into it. That seemed a little wrong, but I drank deep and was satisfied. As I lifted my head, I was surprised by the wavering reflection. I had a definite muzzle, and my eyes were huge and wide-set. I looked more horse than human. That was wrong! Wasn't it? The leader pulled the bucket back and then rubbed under my chin. he told me how handsome I was going to be, how perfect. That pleased me, because he was the leader, the master.
As I waited for them to harness up the next log, I felt annoying twinges and shook the tiny sticklike arms that hung loosely from my powerful neck. Why did I even have arms and hands? They were totally useless. The master seemed to notice my discomfort, for he jumped up on my back and made me feel warm again. When he was done, I shook my head. The odd sensations of arms were gone, and I felt much better. Master looked happy, too.
I had no trouble with the rest of the logs, and when I took a long drink after the last one I saw my reflection was very handsome. I had the proper head for a massive magnificent stallion, a perfect match to the rest of my body. The Master had taken the ugly centaur I had been and made me into a beautiful horse.