Hair...

You stumble around looking for the bow that triggered the transformation.

SNAP!

Uh oh...You look down to see the bow, snapped in four peices. Your clumsy body has smashed it.

Is all hope lost? No! You're logical. If hair triggered the transformation, than maybe if you find some of your own hair you can get back to normal.

Its a good thing your house is one-storied. Your large body can barely move about the house, barely squesing through the doorways. Where can you find some of your own hair?

You go into your room, snorting. You're not quite used to your horse body. Looking around the room, you know the best place was on the easy chair, mainly because you had dandruff and that was where you scratched it out the most. Sure enough, there's hair there.

After nosing about the chair, you realize that that the hair there isn't yours! All of the hair is smooth and black...it appears as if that the transformation included the hair that fell out! Man, now what?

You decide you had best leave to find some kind of wizard. Man...you travel about your house, saying farewell for now (you hope for now). Your last stop is the hall bathroom. You can only stick your head in. You look longingly at the reflection of the horse you are. For some reason, you pick up your sister's old hairbrush that she had left last year when she went to college. Holding the hairbrush in your mouth, you long to be human again.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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