Game 4 | Game 4 Outline |
Those first few days were a whirlwind of new situations, of meeting others similar to your changed self. Jennet donkeys greeted you warmly, as much some being overly willing to give you an experience the like-kinds you never thought that much about before as being so intense.
Gifted the idea of being free, allowed to do what to human is either correct behavior of something considered as foolish to foul. Mating becomes something less than love making as animals do not love, they mate out of natural instincts to preserve their kind.
Learning begins in brutal earnest, the lack of hands to use as gather to the mouth the food for eating is the worst deboggle. The lowering of head and mouth, of thik lips to reach as grab and teeth to crop the blades from off their roots, gives then sustanous to what is but a beast feeling hunger.
Time becomes as if an endless enemy of much boredom, the long doldrums between any interaction with the others in the pasture tends to make one reflect upon what when feeling similar and being then a human, there are fun distractions to while away the time.
Life and the animalistic lifestyle melds into a daily monoteny, as waking to a new day each such day is the same as was the last, shorter than by what the weather might be like, whether cold, rainy, snowing, of blazingly hot.
As for the summertime the usual is to remain in the pasture until the humans have need of a beast with greater strength. The meggy mornings and grass soaked with represhing dew is a welcome delight, as later in the same day the sun bakes the furry back of the animals left to endure the heat and having no place of shade.
Summer storms and hard driving rains become the best way to wash what otherwise is difficult to get it cleaned of that nasty residue left stuck to as after some stinky expulsion of body wastes.
Summer showers give the brute body a time of feeling clean again, as a reminder when living as do humans of daily bathing, soaps, and nice flowery ointments to cover the common stench of what is a sweaty body.
Most of the time there is the salty sweaty fur that draws insects to bug the animal, the tickling of their tiny legs walking upon soft as sordidly personal flesh, tends to delight the mind wanting of some reason for considering a thought.
Dull makes for a equally dull animal, as consideration for others wanes, and everything around becomes tested by a sense of caution. Trust is a royalty not part of living life being an animal, whether from the others in the pasture or the humans who come to gawk, pet, or want by night to fondle large size genitals.
In winter there is cold and snow with a void time of no pesty bugs to drive a reasoning mind inside a furry animal body to near go insane for wishing to be free from those creeping ticklers.
Winter too is a time of cold and wet, of melting snow and dust that becomes as sticky clay like mug, making of the foolhardy to look as feel like they became statuary.
Fall season and springtime brings on urgent desires to be near the females, as they who are or were fully male once feel that natural urge to feel male to a bestial desire. It is of that sense of desire, insatible in the extreme, difficult to control, inspiring jealousy, fighting, and acting brutally to they who at other times are almost as friends.
All in all the choice of being other than of what one was born seems to be a foolish thought!
There are so many times when standing and enduring being uncomfortable the mind recalls those times when still a human in form that there were ways to control the elements, the weather, and the comforting times of ease when by being an animal, such is but a dream denied.
Written by K.Rooste
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