Chris stood there looking about and for some odd reasoning felt very normal. In his mind's thoughts the fact of suddenly being a draft horse offered a terrible fear, but this was being subdued by other feelings.
It wasn't till the order came down from above to "Giddie up!" that Chris realized his equine instincts were at war. A mental fight was now under way between a rational human thought pattern and one of instinctive learned patterns which required little thinking at all.
The common locomotion of his equine body came ever so natural. Yet too, he watched himself move and do the work of a beast of burden with some sort of dettached feeling. It was as if he were visitor inside a great machine, and just there to watch and learn.
Like a dream it was as motions turned to patterns of living the life of horse, stallion, and work.