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"Wake up, wake up!" you hear the voice of a panic stricken woman. "Wake up!"
Fine, you think. You open your eyes, stir. You can tell that this isn't your body. You feel very, well, big. Not fat. Just...big. Then you notice that your vision is split. You're laying on your side in the grass. You are outside. You can't feel your fingers or toes. Something else is odd, you can't seem to place it.
"Oh, good, you're awake!"
You look up at the woman, who you recognize as one of those security officers who ride around on horses. Then it dawns on you. It isn't hard to put two and two together.
You quickly jump up on to your four legs. What, four legs! Yes, you seem to have become a security officer's horse. Luckily for you you aren't currently wearing any of that horse stuff. No saddle, no mouth bit, nothing. You look around.
"I'm glad you're OK, Flash," the woman says. "But the emergency worker people should be hear any minute, so I'll have you taken in for the day."
You realize this means that you have little time before you are taken to the stables. You're still a little shaken about your new body, especially that you know in the back of your head that the device cannot help you now. You look around as the woman pats you on the neck, which you admit feels kind of comforting.
You look around, and see an crowd of people that looks like it just began to disperse. After it's done, you see a kid left there standing, staring at you. You realize that that kid was you. He grins and strolls off towards your car! Backing out, he throws one last glance at you through the window, and drives off.
"Noooooooooooo!" you say. Well, it comes out in a frustrated whinny. You race off in your equine body after your car, but realize that you have no hopes of catching it. You hopes are shattered. You know that the device is ruined, and has probably already been picked up and discarded by a janitor as a broken handheld video game. You look back and realize that an "Animal Transportation and Care" truck is heading towards you. You dash away into the nearby forest.
You then realize that the horse in your body is probably headed towards your house. He obviously knows where it is, how else would he know which car was yours? You head on in that direction, glad that it isn't that far, not that your equine body couldn't take it.
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