The hope of a promise to be again human fades quickly as your struggle to walk forward, to enter the bright void. What becomes terribly apparent is that you being harnessed to the large wagon, the farmer woman had set the wagon brakes as on to assure her stallion would not, could not go to wandering his way after some sweet scented mare.
Suddenly appalled by what Uncle said and suggested would be you greatest adventure has turned dull, the dream of wild sexual encounters with mares seems more than a far dream by what you became and need to live being.
That bright hole in time and space is fading and you struggle hard to tote the wagon closer to the void of hope.
"Please, oh God in heaven help me," You plead for heaven to aid a poor beast to gain what it, you have lost.
God hears prayers, but of mankind inn his likeness and turns a deaf ear to the wishes of a foolish human decidedly having become an animal, living beast like, and as much accepted being as it is to be an animal, horse, and beast of burden.