A swoosh and then all was dark, and light, as eyes were blurry, and then it was dark, the air cold, and the smell was of fresh cut grass.
Jack felt free from being where he felt stupid and humiliated, but the air then felt warm and humid. Jack opened his eyes, he blinked, he sneezed, and with an odd sort of urge he struggled to try as stand. Jack stood, as what for him then was how he should need to stand, and looking around, he took a step forward, sticking his head out the dutch door open upper half and began to look where he was sent to live.
"Hey," Jack thought with an exclaimed realization, he looking out from his barn stall, knew exactly where his mother decidedly sent him, Jack was then as Jack, and he a Palomino horse, the mount owned by his mother, boarded at the Killingsworth ranch, and knew he would be there for a long, long time.
Jack had seen Jack the Palomino horse before, and from his lowly stance he had many a time when he got a great view of what it was that a stallion had as his pride and joy. Flicking then his tail was a sensual a toy, and worked to keep nasty bugs from their walking where his skin felt extremely sensitive.
He did enjoy being the brother and son in his family, but he had often fantasized about his being different, either a pony, bull, or a goat.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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