Decidedly, the lost of everyone who was around seemed to be as different as were the smells and scents they emitting, did strike at the big nose of your new self.

A shake of the head, the mane flicking, the feeling of it as much a thrill to part of your mind as it is a common thing not worth thinking much about.

Nervousness and a building sense of anxiety begins, it urges the flicking of your tail. Flicking turns to swatting of the tail as the anxious feelings tend to build, increasing to levels suggesting of drastic action, of running away, of flight from this troubled place.

Some mall part of what is you cries out, trying you to hear and make your choices from a rational advantage.

"Rational," it is a word but words, even those you learned and knew so well sometime and in a different reality, are becoming a vague as is your feeling wholly comfortable standing there and surrounded by all these other creatures.

Fear wins, and with a leaping jolt of the front legs and hoofs, the bulk of the body swings in a turn, and with hind legs springing into action, this that be then as a horse does charge off, running toward wherever there is not one of those foul smelling creatures.

Unrealized by the slow and meticulous degrading of the human mind, you still thing as though this were the rue you, while that of your body and mind relinquish any claim of ever being a part of the human race. Elated with your feeling of speed and running flat out, jumping of hedges, galloping, this you of being as a horse has you tied and bound happily in its grasp.