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The clock-radio gave its usual cheery morning &#039;beep!&#039; and the sound came on. The voices of the NPR anchors giving the days litany of disasters and scandals with their usual clarity echoed in my head, and I woke to a new day. I groaned and sat up, my hips greeting me with their usual flare of pain. Rolling over, I dropped my legs over the edge, allowing my knees to add their wails of anguish to the anvil chorus. Grumbling, I reached for the Tylenol and bottle of water I keep on my bed stand and took a couple of painkillers. Arthritis sucks, but it&#039;s a fact of life anymore, and at least it lets me know I made it through another night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrinkled my nose at the stench coming from the trash can beside the bed. I&#039;d used it as a catch basin - being sick is a &#039;&#039;lot&#039;&#039; harder when the walk to the bathroom hurts as much as it does these days. I&#039;d have to dump the damn thing, rinse it in the tub, then bleach it to kill the smell before I could use it for trash again. Odd - it really &#039;&#039;did&#039;&#039; stink, even worse than I remembered. Being sick is no fun any time, but a  summer flu is just worse somehow. I grumbled, then pulled over my walker, levered myself upright, and tottered off to the morning routine, towing the foul smelling wastebasket behind me.&lt;br /&gt;
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An hour or so later, dressed in robe and sandals, I slowly tottered my way out to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Once I caught my breath, I picked up the remote, flicked on the TV, then lay back to watch the morning shows on cable. There wasn&#039;t anything of real interest on, so after a bit I killed the set and lay back, wondering what to do with the day. I had a new book, but... Maybe I could see if any of my friends were around in the lobby? See about getting in a few hands of cards? Then an anomaly caught my eye. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing, then I got up and limped over to inspect one of the pictures on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a picture of a young friend of mine, taken at the Renaissance Festival a few years ago. Gary was in a set of German Landsnecht garb he&#039;d had made, all fancy &#039;slash and puff&#039; sleeves, colorful tights, and fancy hat with a nice feather plume. I&#039;d had him pose rapier out thrust - he certainly had the figure for it. But, he hadn&#039;t had the head, paws, and tail of a wolf - and in this picture he did. I scratched my head. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know there are fancy ways to play with pictures on computers - I&#039;d had a geek friend do that for me with a couple just for the fun of it - but nobody had touched this one. Despite the new electronic cameras, I still prefer film and doing my own darkroom work, and I remembered doing this print. I turned it over and checked - I sign my prints and date them, and both were still there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I noticed something else too, in the background. I set the picture on the seat of  my walker and plodded over to my desk. Pulling out the chair I sat down, then rooted around in the top drawer for a magnifying loupe. Turning on the desk light, I set the picture down and carefully went over it with the magnifier - I was right, there was another animal headed person in the background! A cat woman this time, in modern clothes, watching us as I set up the shot. This was getting weird - then I noticed a group of three more in the far background! A stag, doe, and something with a large set of antlers I didn&#039;t recognize right off, in costume and obviously part of a trio, not looking anywhere near us. No, not just &#039;weird&#039; - this was getting &#039;&#039;very&#039;&#039; weird...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d run across a group of kids wearing animal costumes at the last Sci Fi Con I&#039;d attended - they looked so cute! I&#039;d chatted with them for a bit and found they called themselves &#039;Furries&#039;. I laughed and twirled the propeller on my ancient beany - we all have what fun we can, and if you want to dress up as an animal, why not? But the creatures in the picture were obviously not Furries - they seemed rather to be real animals on two...paws? Hoofs?  So, what were they? I looked up at the clock - Gary should be on Two Meters by now, with the &#039;going to work&#039; parade. I powered up the Ham set and waited a moment to see who was on.&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker crackled as the set came to life, and I adjusted the squelch. The channel was silent. Odd, for a busy time of - wait a minute. I looked at the calendar and realized I&#039;d lost track of the days again. It&#039;s easy to do, living alone in a retirement home and not working. It was Sunday, August Seventeenth, meaning no bunch of people and, probably, no Gary. Nuts. I dropped my call sign on the repeater, just to see what would happen, and an old friend came back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey Fred!&amp;quot; he said. &#039;Where you been, I haven&#039;t heard you in ages! Retired like you planned?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure did, Chris! The Boss got tired of seeing me gimping around on that walker and signed off to get me a pension!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Got a nice little apartment in a retirement place and spend most of my time on cards and the TV these days.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You lucky so-and-so!&amp;quot; Chris laughed - we&#039;d been friends for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Maybe,&amp;quot; I sighed. &amp;quot;I miss the old gang, and having work to do... Oh well. Hey, have you heard Gary around?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not today,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;Probably at home taking it easy, sweeping six meters for DX or playing on his computer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah - I had a question for him,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll try the twisted pair later then. So, how&#039;s the wife and kids?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We chatted until he reached his destination, then we agreed to meet on here more often. I sighed as I hung up the mike - I&#039;d gotten away from Hamming too. I really needed to get back into the world again - if only it didn&#039;t hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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I picked up the receiver of the desk phone and sorted through the memory for Gary&#039;s number. I dialed, then, as the phone rang, I started feeling - strange. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary picked up with a cheery &amp;quot;Hey Fred! Haven&#039;t heard from you in ages! What&#039;s up?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Gary,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I was looking at one of the photos I took of you at Renfest, and there&#039;s something - odd - about it. I know when and where I took the picture and when I printed it, and I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you didn&#039;t have a wolf&#039;s head then. But, in the picture, you sure do now...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh oh,&amp;quot; he muttered, then asked &amp;quot;Fred, have you been sick recently?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why, yes - a nasty summer flu,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Had me in bed, sick as a dog the last two days, but seems to have cleared up now. Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Um, would you mind if I dropped by?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that was odd - he&#039;d helped me move in so he knew the place, and he&#039;d visited in the past, but he&#039;d started keeping his distance over the last few years for some reason. The strange feeling was getting worse....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come ahead, you know you&#039;re always welcome!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Damn. I - I - feel weird...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m on my way,&amp;quot; Garry said quickly. &amp;quot;If anything strange happens just - take it easy, okay? Make sure the door&#039;s unlocked and that Security know I&#039;m coming, please?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; I mumbled. He hung up and I put down the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;
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My stomach felt sick, and I was holding my head to keep it from falling on the desk. More Flu? I called the Security Officer and asked him to admit Gary, then grabbed the walker, staggered over to the door and undid the lock and deadbolt. I was dizzy and ached all over - I managed to get back to the couch and fell into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary cradled the handset with a worried look on his furry face. Fred was almost seventy - this wasn&#039;t going to be easy on the old geezer. The big timber wolf hunted in his desk for the files he&#039;d downloaded when he&#039;d Changed several years ago, pulled them out and set them on the desk. He also found one of his spare &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039; bracelets and dropped it in his pocket, then grabbed the files and got up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s the picture Fred was talking about,&amp;quot; he thought, looking up and smiling happily. He took a moment to look at the portrait yet again. It had been one of the last times he and Fred had gone out together, a year after he&#039;d Changed - He&#039;d been surprised and delighted that Fred had given him a big print of it, and he&#039;d hung it proudly over his desk. The cat-woman who&#039;d stopped to watch and laugh as he flourished the sword was named Katy, he remembered. It was really somewhat against the rules to draw the blade, but under the circumstances... He hadn&#039;t realized how much he&#039;d missed Fred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trotting up the stairs, he called, &amp;quot;Honey, going to see Fred, be back in a bit!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darla looked up from her magazine, laughed, and said, &amp;quot;Okay! Have fun, be careful and tell Fred I miss him too!&amp;quot; and he smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;
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He slid out the front door then paused a moment to get used to the heat. Mid morning and already this hot? The day was going to be a scorcher! He unreeled his tongue and panted as he walked over to his big sedan and climbed in. He really didn&#039;t want the big blue car, but the space it offered was nice, as did the home made tail hole, and his wife hated driving the big brute. Riding in the her little Kia was a tail cramping pain now and he tried to avoid it, even if it did save on gas. Besides, he was in management these days, and management didn&#039;t drive little Kia&#039;s.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trip to Fred&#039;s place only took a half hour on the freeway - Gary turned into the parking lot and found a space near the edge under a shady tree. All the spaces close to the building were Handicap slots, what you&#039;d expect around a retirement building, but he enjoyed the walk to the door. &lt;br /&gt;
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He was a bit startled by the Security Person who met him - a bear morph, wearing a uniform with the name tag of Schilling. They grinned at each other and shook, then Gary explained why he was there. Schilling remarked, &amp;quot;Yeah, Fred said to let you in. I haven&#039;t seen him today - hope he&#039;s all right,&amp;quot; then passed him through. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary headed for the elevator and punched for Fred&#039;s floor. Walking up the hallway to the door, he had a moments worry - what was Fred like these days? It had been years since they&#039;d worked together - they&#039;d been close back then despite the age difference. He used the fancy knocker and rapped several  times - paws just don&#039;t knock well - and heard a faint groan through the door. Alarmed, he opened it and stepped in...&lt;br /&gt;
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As I lay back on the couch, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled the robe open and looked at - fur? A tan patch of coarse hair was growing up my leg! What the &#039;&#039;HELL&#039;&#039;??&lt;br /&gt;
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About then the leg itself began to change form - my foot extended and became thin, and the shin changed as well. The hair raced up and down my altered leg, then the other side began to grow hair and change too. The toes began to grow together and darken, starting to look like hooves, and the big and little toes drew up into the new lower leg and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was terrified - my heart was hammering to the point I was worried about another attack. What - what was happening to me!?! The fur grew quickly up my legs, then appeared on my arms! I closed my eyes and lay back, letting whatever this was happen as I fought to ease my racing heart with a breathing meditation. I felt the fur growing up my arms and on my chest, and something was happening around my penis... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is WEIRD,&amp;quot; I thought and fought for calm. I seemed to be becoming some strange kind of animal - almost like...  Gary?&lt;br /&gt;
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Things had slowed while my chest was being rearranged. I heard a rapping at the door, then a creak as it opened. Gary called &#039;Hello?&#039; I opened my eyes and froze in horror. A wolf - at my door! A WOLF! IT&#039;S GOING TO EAT US! Run &#039;&#039;RUNNN&#039;&#039;!  Something inside me screamed! I bleated loudly in terror, then jumped up and tried to run over the couch to get away! My legs tangled with the back, my head slammed into the floor, and I flopped over limp, out cold...&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary froze and looked at Fred - the Change was well under way, the legs and arms finished and the chest growing fur and expanding as he watched. Fred opened his eyes at his call, looked at him, then with panicked terror in his eyes  leaped up with a shrill bleat and tried to run away. He crashed into the seat back and fell over it, slamming into the floor head first, then lying unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Running over, Gary checked Fred quickly - breathing, but not moving. He found a bleeding cut on the still changing head but, knowing a bit of emergency medicine, he didn&#039;t move him. He slipped his phone out and called Security. When Schilling answered, Gary said &amp;quot;Fred&#039;s having problems, he&#039;s Changing - he just tried to jump over the couch to get away from me, cracked his head and now he&#039;s out cold on the floor. Can you get someone to help?&amp;quot; Schilling replied &#039;On my way.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a few minutes for the elevator to deliver Schilling to the right floor. He ran into the apartment, closed the door, then looked Fred over carefully. &amp;quot;Mmm, that looks like  a bad cut, but head wounds always bleed bad. He&#039;s not really hurt, although he&#039;ll have a headache when he wakes. Looks like he&#039;s becoming a Pronghorn, I think. Here, help me get him up on the couch.&amp;quot; The two of them lifted Fred and laid him on his back, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling said, &amp;quot;Damn, if you scared the hell out of him, I&#039;d better find someone who won&#039;t - he&#039;ll panic again if he sees the two of us hanging over him. Let him be for now and wait outside. I&#039;ll be right back.&amp;quot; He darted out the door and ran down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary got to his feet and slowly walked out, looking back at his old friend - it didn&#039;t feel right leaving Fred lying there, but Schilling was right - for some reason he&#039;d scared him badly, and didn&#039;t want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Security man was back a few minutes later, with an elderly horse lady in tow. She looked sharply at Gary, then put out a hand and they shook. She said, &amp;quot;So, you&#039;re Fred&#039;s friend? I&#039;m Margy Hathaway, Changed a few years ago. There are several of us Changed here, probably more today especially if Fred&#039;s done so. I&#039;ll go take care of him - why don&#039;t you two wait in the lobby and I&#039;ll call Schilling when he&#039;s ready to see you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and walked into Fred&#039;s room, closing the door behind her. Gary looked at Schilling, who said, &amp;quot;She was a nurse for over forty years, she knows what she&#039;s doing. Come on, I&#039;ll get you some coffee down in my office.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As they waited for the elevator, Schilling mused, &amp;quot;Wonder how many others will turn up Changed now? I&#039;m going to have to go through the building and check on everyone.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary chuckled and said, &amp;quot;Might take Margy with you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling nodded and said, &#039;Good idea! Having a herbivore on hand for those types is smart - I don&#039;t need any more panic cases.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Slowly, I drifted back to consciousness, feeling a sharp pain and pressure on my head. My sense of smell had changed greatly - I could smell the hot stink of wolf and another carnivore, but the overwhelming odor was a comforting one, another herbivore. I relaxed slightly - my new instincts were comfortable with this. &lt;br /&gt;
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Opening my eyes, I looked up at the horse sitting on the couch, holding my head in its lap. A horse? I blinked several times, and the horse said, &amp;quot;Easy, Fred, easy does it. You&#039;re all right, aside from a cut on the noggin. I&#039;m Margy Hathaway, we&#039;ve played cards together, you remember me. Welcome to the fuzzy side! Looks like you&#039;ve become an anthro pronghorn antelope.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I blinked again, then noticed a protrusion blocking part of my sight. I reached up with a hand to feel it, then froze when I saw two large fingers and a thumb that looked like parts of a hoof where my hand should be?&lt;br /&gt;
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The mare stroked my head and said, &amp;quot;I know it isn&#039;t easy, but your body has Changed. It happened to me several years ago, so I know how you feel. Take your time - here, I&#039;ll lift you up and set you upright, so you can look over your new self.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She lifted me off her lap then turned my body so I was seated on the couch. Something pinched above my bottom - I reached back and found I now had a tail! I moved it so it stopped hurting then settled back and began to examine myself. Tan fur, with white on the stomach - my legs were now quite thin and ended in two lobed hooves, like a goat or sheep. I reached up and checked both hands, then felt my muzzle and head. Horns? This felt &#039;&#039;very&#039;&#039; strange...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You scared the whee out of your friend Gary,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;You probably reacted to a new instinct and bashed your head trying to get away. When you feel you&#039;re in control, I&#039;ll call him - he&#039;s waiting down in the lobby.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to say something, but all that came out was a bleat. Margy worked with me, teaching and helping until I could speak again. Then she helped me up and we practiced walking, which almost like dancing on tiptoes. My new hooves felt odd, but they gave a better grip than I thought they would, and were enough bigger than the real animals that I balanced easily once I got the trick of it. When I had some confidence I wouldn&#039;t fall over, she led me into the bedroom and I saw myself in the full length mirror for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at my new face, I lifted a hand and stroked it. The most prominent feature was a pair of black horns that looked more like knife blades than the rounded tines of a deer or goat. I felt them - they were quite solidly mounted, with only a small amount of &#039;give&#039;. I felt my ears - big and flickery, hard to catch, but soft and furry feeling. My eyes were now big and black, as was a large streak down the top of my face. The lower part of the muzzle was white, and there were two patches of black just below my ears behind the turn of my new jaw. I blinked several times, then checked my mouth - the dentation was very different. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So this is the new me? Not bad, overall,&amp;quot; I said. &lt;br /&gt;
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Margy chuckled, then said, &amp;quot;I did the same thing when I Changed. You ready to talk to Gary now?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded and continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Margy walked into the living room and called Security, then said, &amp;quot;Tell Gary Fred&#039;s ready for him, please. Thanks Schilling, Fred&#039;s going to be fine. No problem. Oh? Yes, be a good idea and I can delay my knitting to do it with no trouble. Yes, I&#039;ll wait here for you. Okay!&amp;quot; She hung up then called, &amp;quot;Gary&#039;s on his way up!&amp;quot; I took one last look at the new me, then turned, walked out to the couch and sat down to wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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A rap on the door knocker - I wrapped myself in as much calm as I could muster, then said &amp;quot;Come in!&amp;quot; Gary stood in the door for a moment - I felt a touch of panic,  fought it down, then got up and said, &amp;quot;Gary! Long time, my friend!&amp;quot; He walked in and I went to meet him, new hoof/hand extended. A bear in a security uniform looked in and I froze for a moment. &amp;quot;Officer Schilling?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;A day for surprises, isn&#039;t it!&amp;quot; Now I recognized the other carnivore smell.&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling grinned at me, stepped in and closed the door, then said &amp;quot;Welcome to the Furry Side, Fred! Margy and I are going to do a room by room check to see if we have any more Changelings today. Don&#039;t worry about it, Gary will explain everything. Ready Margy?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She patted my arm and said, &amp;quot;Everything will be all right now. You&#039;ll need a new diet, come talk to me about it when you&#039;re ready, okay?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled and thanked her profusely for her help. Schilling and Margy disappeared in the direction of the elevator, and I turned to Gary. &amp;quot;Have a seat,&amp;quot; I said, pointing to the chair at the desk. Gary sat down and I said, &amp;quot;Now, witness a miracle - I can walk again, without pain! The damned arthritis is GONE!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary looked startled, then his face lit up with pleasure. &amp;quot;Fred, that&#039;s the best news I&#039;ve heard in ages! I&#039;m so glad for you! I remember how you used to limp into the break room, and all the pills you took for the pain.&amp;quot; He stood up and we hugged.&lt;br /&gt;
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We sat down and Gary began to tell me about the Change. He handed me some folders with information about it, then gave me an emergency bracelet that said &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039;. He explained about it, then helped me get on the register. Then he took another deep breath and said, &amp;quot;Fred, I&#039;m sorry, but I&#039;m afraid you&#039;re still going to need that walker.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I feel great! I could run a marathon now with a good chance of winning! My heart feels good, my lungs are clear, and I don&#039;t hurt anymore! Why do I need this damned walker?&amp;quot; I picked it up and shook it at Gary. &amp;quot;I feel like it should be in the trash and good riddance to it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary sighed and said, &amp;quot;I know how you feel, I felt something of the same when I Changed. But. You can&#039;t see it, but there&#039;s a &#039;ghost&#039; image around you, of you as you used to look when you were human. We call it the &amp;quot;Reality Distortion Field&amp;quot;. You&#039;ll find that, if you put on shoes, they fit - and disappear. You need to dress to go outside this room, or your &amp;quot;Ghost&amp;quot; will appear naked. And since you were an old man plagued with arthritis, you have to act like it, or the others here will get suspicious that something&#039;s happened.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fell back on the couch, stunned. &amp;quot;A, a &#039;ghost&#039;? Surrounding me? The only folks I&#039;ve seen so far have been you, Margy and Schilling, and they&#039;re all like us and I saw no sign of such around them...&amp;quot; I sputtered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary sighed again, then said, &amp;quot;They&#039;re part of us, Changed. Here, take some time and read the packets, they&#039;ll explain better than I can. I&#039;ll wait and answer any questions you have. Hey, you remember Tommy, W3---? He&#039;s a skunk! And Bob, W7-- is an Elk! You&#039;ll love coming to Radio Club meetings these days!&amp;quot; I laughed at the images my mind drew of my old friends as the animals Gary described, then picked up the folder and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made my slow shuffling way out to Gary&#039;s car, clattering along with the walker, grumbling and panting all the way. &amp;quot;Did you HAVE to park clear out at the edge? These clothes are tugging on my fur. Good God, that thing&#039;s a land yacht! What did you get that for? You had a nice Toyota pickup last time we went out together...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary grinned, tongue out and panting, then opened the door and helped me in. He took the walker, folded it up and placed it in the back seat, then trotted around and slid into the drivers seat. &amp;quot;Fasten your belt, old man,&amp;quot; he laughed, and I reached up, pulled it down and locked it on. &amp;quot;Got enough room for those horns?&amp;quot; he asked, and started the engine. Cautiously, I raised my head and tapped them on the ceiling, then settled back. &amp;quot;Yep!&amp;quot; I smiled. &amp;quot;Cool in here, isn&#039;t it?&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;Why I park under a tree when I can.&amp;quot; He reached down and started the AC. &amp;quot;And on a hot day, with all this fur, I need as much cool as I can get!&amp;quot; He smiled and reeled in his tongue, and I laughed with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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We pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. The better part of an hour later, Gary pulled off on a ramp, then turned down a road leading into the countryside. After twenty minutes, he pulled over under a large tree and parked. We got out and took off our shirts and shoes. &amp;quot;Ready?&amp;quot; Gary asked, and I nodded. &amp;quot;One - two - THREE!&amp;quot; he shouted and we both took off running! I sprinted ahead, flying over the ground, breathing easily and feeling great! Gary loped along behind, at a steady pace - I easily outdistanced him!&lt;br /&gt;
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We ran back and forth on that dirt road for hours, playing Roadrunner and Coyote or Wolf and Antelope - it seemed like forever. It had been well over a decade since I could even walk without pain, let alone run, and I was in Heaven! We ran and played through that afternoon, all alone out there, and when we got too hot we went back to the car, dug out the cooler and sat together swilling down cold water in the shade. I had my young buddy back, and was so happy.... &lt;br /&gt;
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I was dreading this. I had an appointment at the VA, and no way to skip it. The bus showed up at the door, and I shuffled my painful way on board then found an isolated seat. &amp;quot;That&#039;s a nice cologne,&amp;quot; the lady in the next row said, and I smiled at her. I was getting used to having scent glands on my neck - at least they didn&#039;t stink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Clattering my walker, I made my way inside when we arrived, then checked in at the main desk and took a seat. A nurse called me to run vitals. Nervously, I stood on the scale - &amp;quot;Mmm, gained a little weight? Good, you&#039;ve been too skinny!&amp;quot; she smiled, then checked my temperature and blood pressure. I blinked when she said, &amp;quot;All good! Please wait in the lobby and the Doctor will call you when he&#039;s ready.&amp;quot; The ghost really worked?&lt;br /&gt;
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Shuffling down the hall behind him, I made my way into the office of Doctor Fazzoula, then slowly settled into a chair with a groan. &amp;quot;So, Fred, how&#039;s an old Vet doing these days?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Same as ever Doc, hurtin&#039; and puny,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hmm, what&#039;s the bracelet, Fred?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve seen it on you before.&amp;quot;  I tensed. Then, reluctantly, I unlatched it and handed it over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, well. &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039; eh? When did you catch it?&amp;quot; Doc asked. &amp;quot;August seventeenth, perhaps?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked up abruptly - what was I hearing?&lt;br /&gt;
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He grinned and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m one of the &#039;Known&#039; - we know about the Change, although we can&#039;t see it and haven&#039;t had the luck to Change ourselves yet. So, what did you end up as?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sitting back, I took a deep breath and relaxed, then said, &amp;quot;Pronghorn Antelope.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doctor Fazzouli nodded, then said, &amp;quot;So, the arthritis and heart problems are gone? I need to know for my private log, nothing official gets recorded until the Veil comes down.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yep, all gone as near as I can tell. I have to pretend to hurt though, so the other folks at the Center don&#039;t notice, and that hurts in its own way. Brings back bad  memories...&amp;quot; I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, you know what? I think I have a pill for that,&amp;quot; Doc laughed. &amp;quot;It&#039;s highly experimental, expensive as hell, and you had to sign reams of paper just to get into the experimental group, right?&amp;quot; he said, and winked. He scribbled up a prescription on his pad, than handed it to me. &amp;quot;Over a period of several months, it should ease off the pain, and let you begin to walk normally.&amp;quot; He leaned over and whispered, &amp;quot;Sugar pills - take them and act it out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grinned in delight, winked back, and shook his hand!&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: Created page with &amp;#039;Category:Paradise  A Change for the Better!  By  Felix Sagittarius   Sunday, 7/17/2008   The clock-radio gave its usual cheery morning &amp;#039;beep!&amp;#039; and the sound came on. The voic…&amp;#039;&lt;/p&gt;
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A Change for the Better!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday, 7/17/2008&lt;br /&gt;
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The clock-radio gave its usual cheery morning &#039;beep!&#039; and the sound came on. The voices of the NPR anchors giving the days litany of disasters and scandals with their usual clarity echoed in my head, and I woke to a new day. I groaned and sat up, my hips greeting me with their usual flare of pain. Rolling over, I dropped my legs over the edge, allowing my knees to add their wails of anguish to the anvil chorus. Grumbling, I reached for the Tylenol and bottle of water I keep on my bed stand and took a couple of painkillers. Arthritis sucks, but it&#039;s a fact of life anymore, and at least it lets me know I made it through another night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrinkled my nose at the stench coming from the trash can beside the bed. I&#039;d used it as a catch basin - being sick is a lot harder when the walk to the bathroom hurts as much as it does these days. I&#039;d have to dump the damn thing, rinse it in the tub, then bleach it to kill the smell before I could use it for trash again. Odd - it really &#039;&#039;did&#039;&#039; stink, even worse than I remembered. Being sick is no fun any time, but a  summer flu is just worse somehow. I grumbled, then pulled over my walker, levered myself upright, and tottered off to the morning routine, towing the foul smelling wastebasket behind me.&lt;br /&gt;
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An hour or so later, dressed in robe and sandals, I slowly tottered my way out to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Once I caught my breath, I picked up the remote, flicked on the TV, then lay back to watch the morning shows on cable. There wasn&#039;t anything of real interest on, so after a bit I killed the set and lay back, wondering what to do with the day. I had a new book, but... Maybe I could see if any of my friends were around in the lobby? See about getting in a few hands of cards? Then an anomaly caught my eye. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing, then I got up and limped over to inspect one of the pictures on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a picture of a young friend of mine, taken at the Renaissance Festival a few years ago. Gary was in a set of German Landsnecht garb he&#039;d had made, all fancy &#039;slash and puff&#039; sleeves, colorful tights, and fancy hat with a nice feather plume. I&#039;d had him pose rapier out thrust - he certainly had the figure for it. But, he hadn&#039;t had the head, paws, and tail of a wolf - and in this picture he did. I scratched my head. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know there are fancy ways to play with pictures on computers - I&#039;d had a geek friend do that for me with a couple just for the fun of it - but nobody had touched this one. Despite the new electronic cameras, I still prefer film and doing my own darkroom work, and I remembered doing this print. I turned it over and checked - I sign my prints and date them, and both were still there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I noticed something else too, in the background. I set the picture on the seat of  my walker and plodded over to my desk. Pulling out the chair I sat down, then rooted around in the top drawer for a magnifying loupe. Turning on the desk light, I set the picture down and carefully went over it with the magnifier - I was right, there was another animal headed person in the background! A cat woman this time, in modern clothes, watching us as I set up the shot. This was getting weird - then I noticed a group of three more in the far background! A stag, doe, and something with a large set of antlers I didn&#039;t recognize right off, in costume and obviously part of a trio, not looking anywhere near us. No, not just weird - this was getting &#039;&#039;very&#039;&#039; weird...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d run across a group of kids wearing animal costumes at the last Sci Fi Con I&#039;d attended - they looked so cute! I&#039;d chatted with them for a bit and found they called themselves &#039;Furries&#039;. I laughed and twirled the propeller on my ancient beany - we all have what fun we can, and if you want to dress up as an animal, why not? But the creatures in the picture were obviously not Furries - they seemed rather to be real animals on two...paws? Hoofs?  So, what were they? I looked up at the clock - Gary should be on Two Meters by now, with the &#039;going to work&#039; parade. I powered up the Ham set and waited a moment to see who was on.&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker crackled as the set came to life, and I adjusted the squelch. The channel was silent. Odd, for a busy time of - wait a minute. I looked at the calendar and realized I&#039;d lost track of the days again. It&#039;s easy to do, living alone in a retirement home and not working. It was Sunday, August Seventeenth, meaning no bunch of people and, probably, no Gary. Nuts. I dropped my call sign on the repeater, just to see what would happen, and an old friend came back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey Fred!&amp;quot; he said. &#039;Where you been, I haven&#039;t heard you in ages! Retired like you planned?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure did, Chris! The Boss got tired of seeing me gimping around on that walker and signed off to get me a pension!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Got a nice little apartment in a retirement place and spend most of my time on cards and the TV these days.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You lucky so-and-so!&amp;quot; Chris laughed - we&#039;d been friends for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Maybe,&amp;quot; I sighed. &amp;quot;I miss the old gang, and having work to do... Oh well. Hey, have you heard Gary around?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not today,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;Probably at home taking it easy, sweeping six meters for DX or playing on his computer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah - I had a question for him,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll try the twisted pair later then. So, how&#039;s the wife and kids?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We chatted until he reached his destination, then we agreed to meet on here more often. I sighed as I hung up the mike - I&#039;d gotten away from Hamming too. I really needed to get back into the world again - if only it didn&#039;t hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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I picked up the receiver of the desk phone and sorted through the memory for Gary&#039;s number. I dialed, then, as the phone rang, I started feeling - strange. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary picked up with a cheery &amp;quot;Hey Fred! Haven&#039;t heard from you in ages! What&#039;s up?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Gary,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I was looking at one of the photos I took of you at Renfest, and there&#039;s something - odd - about it. I know when and where I took the picture and when I printed it, and I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you didn&#039;t have a wolf&#039;s head then. But, in the picture, you sure do now...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh oh,&amp;quot; he muttered, then asked &amp;quot;Fred, have you been sick recently?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why, yes - a nasty summer flu,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Had me in bed, sick as a dog the last two days, but seems to have cleared up now. Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Um, would you mind if I dropped by?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that was odd - he&#039;d helped me move in so he knew the place, and he&#039;d visited in the past, but he&#039;d started keeping his distance over the last few years for some reason. The strange feeling was getting worse....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come ahead, you know you&#039;re always welcome!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Damn. I - I - feel weird...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m on my way,&amp;quot; Garry said quickly. &amp;quot;If anything strange happens just - take it easy, okay? Make sure the door&#039;s unlocked and that Security know I&#039;m coming, please?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; I mumbled. He hung up and I put down the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;
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My stomach felt sick, and I was holding my head to keep it from falling on the desk. More Flu? I called the Security Officer and asked him to admit Gary, then grabbed the walker, staggered over to the door and undid the lock and deadbolt. I was dizzy and ached all over - I managed to get back to the couch and fell into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary cradled the handset with a worried look on his furry face. Fred was almost seventy - this wasn&#039;t going to be easy on the old geezer. The big timber wolf hunted in his desk for the files he&#039;d downloaded when he&#039;d Changed several years ago, pulled them out and set them on the desk. He also found one of his spare &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039; bracelets and dropped it in his pocket, then grabbed the files and got up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s the picture Fred was talking about,&amp;quot; he thought, looking up and smiling happily. He took a moment to look at the portrait yet again. It had been one of the last times he and Fred had gone out together, a year after he&#039;d Changed - He&#039;d been surprised and delighted that Fred had given him a big print of it, and he&#039;d hung it proudly over his desk. The cat-woman who&#039;d stopped to watch and laugh as he flourished the sword was named Katy, he remembered. It was really somewhat against the rules to draw the blade, but under the circumstances... He hadn&#039;t realized how much he&#039;d missed Fred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trotting up the stairs, he called, &amp;quot;Honey, going to see Fred, be back in a bit!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darla looked up from her magazine, laughed, and said, &amp;quot;Okay! Have fun, be careful and tell Fred I miss him too!&amp;quot; and he smiled at her.&lt;br /&gt;
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He slid out the front door then paused a moment to get used to the heat. Mid morning and already this hot? The day was going to be a scorcher! He unreeled his tongue and panted as he walked over to his big sedan and climbed in. He really didn&#039;t want the big blue car, but the space it offered was nice, as did the home made tail hole, and his wife hated driving the big brute. Riding in the her little Kia was a tail cramping pain now and he tried to avoid it, even if it did save on gas. Besides, he was in management these days, and management didn&#039;t drive little Kia&#039;s.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trip to Fred&#039;s place only took a half hour on the freeway - Gary turned into the parking lot and found a space near the edge under a shady tree. All the spaces close to the building were Handicap slots, what you&#039;d expect around a retirement building, but he enjoyed the walk to the door. &lt;br /&gt;
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He was a bit startled by the Security Person who met him - a bear morph, wearing a uniform with the name tag of Schilling. They grinned at each other and shook, then Gary explained why he was there. Schilling remarked, &amp;quot;Yeah, Fred said to let you in. I haven&#039;t seen him today - hope he&#039;s all right,&amp;quot; then passed him through. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary headed for the elevator and punched for Fred&#039;s floor. Walking up the hallway to the door, he had a moments worry - what was Fred like these days? It had been years since they&#039;d worked together - they&#039;d been close back then despite the age difference. He used the fancy knocker and rapped several  times - paws just don&#039;t knock well - and heard a faint groan through the door. Alarmed, he opened it and stepped in...&lt;br /&gt;
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As I lay back on the couch, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled the robe open and looked at - fur? A tan patch of coarse hair was growing up my leg! What the &#039;HELL&#039;??&lt;br /&gt;
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About then the leg itself began to change form - my foot extended and became thin, and the shin changed as well. The hair raced up and down my altered leg, then the other side began to grow hair and change too. The toes began to grow together and darken, starting to look like hooves, and the big and little toes drew up into the new lower leg and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was terrified - my heart was hammering to the point I was worried about another attack. What - what was happening to me!?! The fur grew quickly up my legs, then appeared on my arms! I closed my eyes and lay back, letting whatever this was happen as I fought to ease my racing heart with a breathing meditation. I felt the fur growing up my arms and on my chest, and something was happening around my penis... &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is WEIRD,&amp;quot; I thought and fought for calm. I seemed to be becoming some strange kind of animal - almost like...  Gary?&lt;br /&gt;
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Things had slowed while my chest was being rearranged. I heard a rapping at the door, then a creak as it opened. Gary called &#039;Hello?&#039; I opened my eyes and froze in horror. A wolf - at my door! A WOLF! IT&#039;S GOING TO EAT US! Run &#039;RUNNN&#039;!  Something inside me screamed! I bleated loudly in terror, then jumped up and tried to run over the couch to get away! My legs tangled with the back, my head slammed into the floor, and I dropped, over the back limp, out cold...&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary froze and looked at Fred - the Change was well under way, the legs and arms finished and the chest growing fur and expanding as he watched. Fred opened his eyes at his call, looked at him, then with panicked terror in his eyes  leaped up with a shrill bleat and tried to run away. He crashed into the seat back and fell over it, slamming into the floor head first, then lying unmoving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Running over, Gary checked Fred quickly - breathing, but not moving. He found a bleeding cut on the still changing head but, knowing a bit of emergency medicine, he didn&#039;t move him. He slipped his phone out and called Security. When Schilling answered, Gary said &amp;quot;Fred&#039;s having problems, he&#039;s Changing - he just tried to jump over the couch to get away from me, cracked his head and now he&#039;s out cold on the floor. Can you get someone to help?&amp;quot; Schilling replied &#039;On my way.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a few minutes for the elevator to deliver Schilling to the right floor. He ran into the apartment, closed the door, then looked Fred over carefully. &amp;quot;Mmm, that looks like  a bad cut, but head wounds always bleed bad. He&#039;s not really hurt, although he&#039;ll have a headache when he wakes. Looks like he&#039;s becoming a Pronghorn, I think. Here, help me get him up on the couch.&amp;quot; The two of them lifted Fred and laid him on his back, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling said, &amp;quot;Damn, if you scared the hell out of him, I&#039;d better find someone who won&#039;t - he&#039;ll panic again if he sees the two of us hanging over him. Let him be for now and wait outside. I&#039;ll be right back.&amp;quot; He darted out the door and ran down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary got to his feet and slowly walked out, looking back at his old friend - it didn&#039;t feel right leaving Fred lying there, but Schilling was right - for some reason he&#039;d scared him badly, and didn&#039;t want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Security man was back a few minutes later, with an elderly horse lady in tow. She looked sharply at Gary, then put out a hand and they shook. She said, &amp;quot;So, you&#039;re Fred&#039;s friend? I&#039;m Margy Hathaway, Changed a few years ago. There are several of us Changed here, probably more today especially if Fred&#039;s done so. I&#039;ll go take care of him - why don&#039;t you two wait in the lobby and I&#039;ll call Schilling when he&#039;s ready to see you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and walked into Fred&#039;s room, closing the door behind her. Gary looked at Schilling, who said, &amp;quot;She was a nurse for over forty years, she knows what she&#039;s doing. Come on, I&#039;ll get you some coffee down in my office.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As they waited for the elevator, Schilling mused, &amp;quot;Wonder how many others will turn up Changed now? I&#039;m going to have to go through the building and check on everyone.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary chuckled and said, &amp;quot;Might take Margy with you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling nodded and said, &#039;Good idea! Having a herbivore on hand for those types is smart - I don&#039;t need any more panic cases.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Slowly, I drifted back to consciousness, feeling a sharp pain and pressure on my head. My sense of smell had changed greatly - I could smell the hot stink of wolf and another carnivore, but the overwhelming odor was a comforting one, another herbivore. I relaxed slightly - my new instincts were comfortable with this. &lt;br /&gt;
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Opening my eyes, I looked up at the horse sitting on the couch, holding my head in its lap. A horse? I blinked several times, and the horse said, &amp;quot;Easy, Fred, easy does it. You&#039;re all right, aside from a cut on the noggin. I&#039;m Margy Hathaway, we&#039;ve played cards together, you remember me. Welcome to the fuzzy side! Looks like you&#039;ve become an anthro pronghorn antelope.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I blinked again, then noticed a protrusion blocking part of my sight. I reached up with a hand to feel it, then froze when I saw two large fingers and a thumb that looked like parts of a hoof where my hand should be?&lt;br /&gt;
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The mare stroked my head and said, &amp;quot;I know it isn&#039;t easy, but your body has Changed. It happened to me several years ago, so I know how you feel. Take your time - here, I&#039;ll lift you up and set you upright, so you can look over your new self.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She lifted me off her lap then turned my body so I was seated on the couch. Something pinched above my bottom - I reached back and found I now had a tail! I moved it so it stopped hurting then settled back and began to examine myself. Tan fur, with white on the stomach - my legs were now quite thin and ended in two lobed hooves, like a goat or sheep. I reached up and checked both hands, then felt my muzzle and head. Horns? This felt &#039;very&#039; strange...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You scared the whee out of your friend Gary,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;You probably reacted to a new instinct and bashed your head trying to get away. When you feel you&#039;re in control, I&#039;ll call him - he&#039;s waiting down in the lobby.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to say something, but all that came out was a bleat. Margy worked with me, teaching and helping until I could speak again. Then she helped me up and we practiced walking, which almost like dancing on tiptoes. My new hooves felt odd, but they gave a better grip than I thought they would, and were enough bigger than the real animals that I balanced easily once I got the trick of it. When I had some confidence I wouldn&#039;t fall over, she led me into the bedroom and I saw myself in the full length mirror for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Staring at my new face, I lifted a hand and stroked it. The most prominent feature was a pair of black horns that looked more like knife blades than the rounded tines of a deer or goat. I felt them - they were quite solidly mounted, with only a small amount of &#039;give&#039;. I felt my ears - big and flickery, hard to catch, but soft and furry feeling. My eyes were now big and black, as was a large streak down the top of my face. The lower part of the muzzle was white, and there were two patches of black just below my ears behind the turn of my new jaw. I blinked several times, then checked my mouth - the dentation was very different. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So this is the new me? Not bad, overall,&amp;quot; I said. &lt;br /&gt;
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Margy chuckled, then said, &amp;quot;I did the same thing when I Changed. You ready to talk to Gary now?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded and continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Margy walked into the living room and called Security, then said, &amp;quot;Tell Gary Fred&#039;s ready for him, please. Thanks Schilling, Fred&#039;s going to be fine. No problem. Oh? Yes, be a good idea and I can delay my knitting to do it with no trouble. Yes, I&#039;ll wait here for you. Okay!&amp;quot; She hung up then called, &amp;quot;Gary&#039;s on his way up!&amp;quot; I took one last look at the new me, then turned, walked out to the couch and sat down to wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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A rap on the door knocker - I wrapped myself in as much calm as I could muster, then said &amp;quot;Come in!&amp;quot; Gary stood in the door for a moment - I felt a touch of panic,  fought it down, then got up and said, &amp;quot;Gary! Long time, my friend!&amp;quot; He walked in and I went to meet him, new hoof/hand extended. A bear in a security uniform looked in and I froze for a moment. &amp;quot;Officer Schilling?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;A day for surprises, isn&#039;t it!&amp;quot; Now I recognized the other carnivore smell.&lt;br /&gt;
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Schilling grinned at me, stepped in and closed the door, then said &amp;quot;Welcome to the Furry Side, Fred! Margy and I are going to do a room by room check to see if we have any more Changelings today. Don&#039;t worry about it, Gary will explain everything. Ready Margy?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She patted my arm and said, &amp;quot;Everything will be all right now. You&#039;ll need a new diet, come talk to me about it when you&#039;re ready, okay?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled and thanked her profusely for her help. Schilling and Margy disappeared in the direction of the elevator, and I turned to Gary. &amp;quot;Have a seat,&amp;quot; I said, pointing to the chair at the desk. Gary sat down and I said, &amp;quot;Now, witness a miracle - I can walk again, without pain! The damned arthritis is GONE!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary looked startled, then his face lit up with pleasure. &amp;quot;Fred, that&#039;s the best news I&#039;ve heard in ages! I&#039;m so glad for you! I remember how you used to limp into the break room, and all the pills you took for the pain.&amp;quot; He stood up and we hugged.&lt;br /&gt;
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We sat down and Gary began to tell me about the Change. He handed me some folders with information about it, then gave me an emergency bracelet that said &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039;. He explained about it, then helped me get on the register. Then he took another deep breath and said, &amp;quot;Fred, I&#039;m sorry, but I&#039;m afraid you&#039;re still going to need that walker.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I feel great! I could run a marathon now with a good chance of winning! My heart feels good, my lungs are clear, and I don&#039;t hurt anymore! Why do I need this damned walker?&amp;quot; I picked it up and shook it at Gary. &amp;quot;I feel like it should be in the trash and good riddance to it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary sighed and said, &amp;quot;I know how you feel, I felt something of the same when I Changed. But. You can&#039;t see it, but there&#039;s a &#039;ghost&#039; image around you, of you as you used to look when you were human. We call it the &amp;quot;Reality Distortion Field&amp;quot;. You&#039;ll find that, if you put on shoes, they fit - and disappear. You need to dress to go outside this room, or your &amp;quot;Ghost&amp;quot; will appear naked. And since you were an old man plagued with arthritis, you have to act like it, or the others here will get suspicious that something&#039;s happened.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fell back on the couch, stunned. &amp;quot;A, a &#039;ghost&#039;? Surrounding me? The only folks I&#039;ve seen so far have been you, Margy and Schilling, and they&#039;re all like us and I saw no sign of such around them...&amp;quot; I sputtered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary sighed again, then said, &amp;quot;They&#039;re part of us, Changed. Here, take some time and read the packets, they&#039;ll explain better than I can. I&#039;ll wait and answer any questions you have. Hey, you remember Tommy, W3---? He&#039;s a skunk! And Bob, W7-- is an Elk! You&#039;ll love coming to Radio Club meetings these days!&amp;quot; I laughed at the images my mind drew of my old friends as the animals Gary described, then picked up the folder and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made my slow shuffling way out to Gary&#039;s car, clattering along with the walker, grumbling and panting all the way. &amp;quot;Did you HAVE to park clear out at the edge? These clothes are tugging on my fur. Good God, that thing&#039;s a land yacht! What did you get that for? You had a nice Toyota pickup last time we went out together...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gary grinned, tongue out and panting, then opened the door and helped me in. He took the walker, folded it up and placed it in the back seat, then trotted around and slid into the drivers seat. &amp;quot;Fasten your belt, old man,&amp;quot; he laughed, and I reached up, pulled it down and locked it on. &amp;quot;Got enough room for those horns?&amp;quot; he asked, and started the engine. Cautiously, I raised my head and tapped them on the ceiling, then settled back. &amp;quot;Yep!&amp;quot; I smiled. &amp;quot;Cool in here, isn&#039;t it?&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;Why I park under a tree when I can.&amp;quot; He reached down and started the AC. &amp;quot;And on a hot day, with all this fur, I need as much cool as I can get!&amp;quot; He smiled and reeled in his tongue, and I laughed with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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We pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. The better part of an hour later, Gary pulled off on a ramp, then turned down a road leading into the countryside. After twenty minutes, he pulled over under a large tree and parked. We got out and took off our shirts and shoes. &amp;quot;Ready?&amp;quot; Gary asked, and I nodded. &amp;quot;One - two - THREE!&amp;quot; he shouted and we both took off running! I sprinted ahead, flying over the ground, breathing easily and feeling great! Gary loped along behind, at a steady pace - I easily outdistanced him!&lt;br /&gt;
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We ran back and forth on that dirt road for hours, playing Roadrunner and Coyote or Wolf and Antelope - it seemed like forever. It had been well over a decade since I could even walk without pain, let alone run, and I was in Heaven! We ran and played through that afternoon, all alone out there, and when we got too hot we went back to the car, dug out the cooler and sat together swilling down cold water in the shade. I had my young buddy back, and was so happy.... &lt;br /&gt;
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I was dreading this. I had an appointment at the VA, and no way to skip it. The bus showed up at the door, and I shuffled my painful way on board then found an isolated seat. &amp;quot;That&#039;s a nice cologne,&amp;quot; the lady in the next row said, and I smiled at her. I was getting used to having scent glands on my neck - at least they didn&#039;t stink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Clattering my walker, I made my way inside when we arrived, then checked in at the main desk and took a seat. A nurse called me to run vitals. Nervously, I stood on the scale - &amp;quot;Mmm, gained a little weight? Good, you&#039;ve been too skinny!&amp;quot; she smiled, then checked my temperature and blood pressure. I blinked when she said, &amp;quot;All good! Please wait in the lobby and the Doctor will call you when he&#039;s ready.&amp;quot; The ghost really worked?&lt;br /&gt;
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Shuffling down the hall behind him, I made my way into the office of Doctor Fazzoula, then slowly settled into a chair with a groan. &amp;quot;So, Fred, how&#039;s an old Vet doing these days?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Same as ever Doc, hurtin&#039; and puny,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hmm, what&#039;s the bracelet, Fred?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve seen it on you before.&amp;quot;  I tensed. Then, reluctantly, I unlatched it and handed it over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, well. &#039;Sleeping Sickness, Ivory Coast Variant&#039; eh? When did you catch it?&amp;quot; Doc asked. &amp;quot;August seventeenth, perhaps?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked up abruptly - what was I hearing?&lt;br /&gt;
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He grinned and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m one of the &#039;Known&#039; - we know about the Change, although we can&#039;t see it and haven&#039;t had the luck to Change ourselves yet. So, what did you end up as?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sitting back, I took a deep breath and relaxed, then said, &amp;quot;Pronghorn Antelope.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doctor Fazzouli nodded, then said, &amp;quot;So, the arthritis and heart problems are gone? I need to know for my private log, nothing official gets recorded until the Veil comes down.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yep, all gone as near as I can tell. I have to pretend to hurt though, so the other folks at the Center don&#039;t notice, and that hurts in its own way. Brings back bad  memories...&amp;quot; I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, you know what? I think I have a pill for that,&amp;quot; Doc laughed. &amp;quot;It&#039;s highly experimental, expensive as hell, and you had to sign reams of paper just to get into the experimental group, right?&amp;quot; he said, and winked. He scribbled up a prescription on his pad, than handed it to me. &amp;quot;Over a period of several months, it should ease off the pain, and let you begin to walk normally.&amp;quot; He leaned over and whispered, &amp;quot;Sugar pills - take them and act it out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grinned in delight, winked back, and shook his hand!&lt;br /&gt;
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: Created page with &amp;#039;  Raccoon Flu  by  Felix Sagittarius    I groaned and woke slowly. A different place, I slowly realized, then memory poured back in and I remembered. A hotel bed, in a strange to...&amp;#039;&lt;/p&gt;
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Raccoon Flu&lt;br /&gt;
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I groaned and woke slowly. A different place, I slowly realized, then memory poured back in and I remembered. A hotel bed, in a strange town - Ah! I was at the Bash! Having pinned that down, I started to get on with the day and rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. I felt horrible - I&#039;d had the Flu coming down here, and was still feeling weird.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend and roomie Draco had been up for a bit, long enough that he came out of the shower rubbing his hair. He looked at me and said, &amp;quot;Woah! You get in a fight? look like you have two black eyes!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I rubbed my face and felt something strange - fine fur. I groaned again. Now I knew what was happening. That damn &#039;Were&#039; gene was active again! Must have caught something from that raccoon I&#039;d been feeding a couple of nights ago. He&#039;d sneezed on me, and now I knew this was going to be an &#039;interesting&#039; Bash. Someone was going to have a pet &#039;coon for a day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Draco, this is gonna sound strange, but I&#039;m going to be a raccoon for a day,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn. &#039;Were&#039; gene?&amp;quot; he asked, and I nodded. Those of us that had it were rare, but it was a known problem, and more than a few of us were here at the TSA Bash. Problem with the gene was that it turned on under some weird circumstances, and it looked like it was my turn this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go and tell Vikky will you? She&#039;ll need to know, so she can get a harness and assign a keeper,&amp;quot; I said, and Draco nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;At least you won&#039;t be a mini pony like Morgie was last year! That could have been trouble! Worked out real well though - the other guest&#039;s kids had a blast feeding him carrots!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I groaned again and nodded. Draco got dressed and took off to find Vikky, and I lay back, feeling the twitches and itches as the Change worked its way with me. I&#039;d just felt the tail growing out behind me when Vikky thundered into the room. &amp;quot;Oh damn, got you good, didn&#039;t it,&amp;quot; she said. I nodded my muzzle, and sat up. I tried to say &#039;Hello&amp;quot;, but I was far enough gone that only a chitter came out. She sat on the bed and petted me as I continued to change and shrink.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Luckily this has happened often enough we have a fair selection of collars and harnesses built up,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Lets see, this one looks about right.&amp;quot; She proceeded to put the straps around me and buckle them. &#039;Buckle - shiney!&#039; I thought, and knew that with my clever paws it wouldn&#039;t hold me long. &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to give you to Stephie to watch - she likes you guys,&amp;quot; Vikky said, then picked me up. &amp;quot;Some breakfast sound good?&amp;quot; she said and I nodded. Draco held the door, then we three descended to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;
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The fruit and melon slices were very good, and listening to the conversation was amusing too, but I quickly got bored. Quietly, I started playing with the buckle and soon had it undone. A quick check - everyone was listening to Rabbit telling one of his tales, and i used the distraction to lower myself from the chair and started checking out the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d found some spilled cornflakes by a door and was cheerfully scarfing them when the door opened and a waiter stepped out. He noticed me and snarled, &amp;quot;How in Hell did one of them get in here?&amp;quot; and grabbed for me. I gave a squeak, dodged and took off for the table, ducking and weaving as the waiter kept trying to catch me. I slid under it and hid under peoples legs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your pardon, sirs and ladies, but somehow a raccoon has gotten in and he&#039;s hiding under the table. I need to remove him, and if you will please move...,&#039; he said. Stephie suddenly noticed I was gone and exclaimed &amp;quot;Oh no, he&#039;s gotten loose &#039;&#039;again&#039;&#039; - please sir, he&#039;s a pet! He&#039;s had his shots and everything, but he&#039;s too clever by half! I&#039;ve tried a bunch of harnesses but he always gets loose. Please, don&#039;t put him out!&amp;quot; I scuttled under her chair and grinned at up the frustrated waiter.&lt;br /&gt;
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By now the manager had noticed and come over as Stephie picked me up and fitted my harness back on.  She explained to him too, and I acted abashed and humble for him. He hesitated, then said I was all right, but if I got loose again I&#039;d have to be put in my cage. I chittered at him when I heard that, then accepted another piece of melon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day flew by, as one person or another carried me to see the sights, then I suddenly started to feel weird again as evening came on and the Mao game started. I patted Draco&#039;s leg, then motioned up. After a moment he got the idea, excused himself, and took me up to the room. It took several hours to recover, so I decided to just sleep out the night. &amp;quot;Heh,&amp;quot; I thought fuzzily, &amp;quot;This is gonna be fun to explain in the morning...&amp;quot; and faded out.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[User:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[User:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[User:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[User:FelixSagittarius/A Hawk Flying Free|A Hawk Flying Free]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[User:FelixSagittarius/Dobbin|Dobbin]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Raccoon Flu]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Category:Felix Sagittarius</title>
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“Come on, Dobbin, old girl, pull! We need to get these supplies to the cabin if either of us is going to have a comfortable winter,” Harold said. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin snorted, as if in agreement, and leaned harder into the sledge&#039;s harness. Harold put his strength to pushing from the rear, and the heavy sledge reluctantly moved over the sticky mud of the ford.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Those clouds don&#039;t look good,” Harold gasped, panting from the exertion of moving the sledge. “If it starts snowing, we may be in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin nodded, as if in agreement. Harold often talked to the big mare: living alone in an Alaskan trappers cabin, he&#039;d picked up some odd habits, and after he&#039;d found Dobbin, he naturally transferred some of them to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another few minutes heavy labor for both of them saw the sledge off the mud and up the stream bank, back onto the dried grass of the trail. Harold called “whoa” to Dobbin, who stopped, and Harold sat on the sledge to catch his breath. He brought out his canteen and took a long drink of water, then corked it and put it away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin had been watching, and gave a pleading whicker, almost asking for water, too. Harold laughed, walked up and rubbed her nose, then went down to the stream and filled his hat. He brought it back to her, and she drank eagerly. Another trip, and after she drank that, he said, “Back to work, pretty lady, I can feel the snow coming, and there&#039;s a ways yet to go.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin sighed, then nodded. She leaned into the harness, and the sledge continued its journey. Fat flakes of snow started falling, drifting through the trees, and Harold frowned. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Damn,” he muttered. “ There&#039;s a good ten miles to the cabin yet. I sure hope this isn&#039;t gonna be a real blizzard.” Dobbin snorted her agreement.&lt;br /&gt;
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As if in response to his comment, the snowfall picked up, and the wind began, first a gentle breeze, blowing the snow into their faces, then picking up speed. It was obvious that a full blizzard had come, and that Harold had pushed his time a little too close on this last trip. The trail was still fairly clear, leading between the trees as it did, but the ground was growing treacherous, as the pits and rocks began to be hidden under the blanket of snow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin plowed along steadily, the sledge actually moving more easily over the snow, and Harold walked behind, guiding and helping steady the load. He pulled his pack from the top of the load, then pulled out the heavy coat he&#039;d purchased at the trading post and put it on over his jacket. He also pulled out the muffler and wrapped it around his face and neck, trying to keep the fast falling snow out. Last, he found a piece of jerky, sawed off a piece to chew on, put the rest in his pocket, then tossed the pack back onto the sledge. They continued their trek through the now snowy wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harold looked around, through the wind driven snow, and gloried in the beauty. This is what he&#039;d come to Alaska for: the beauty of a winter forest, the quiet of a deep winter&#039;s night, with the aurora flickering and dancing overhead, the solemn darkness of the forests in the summer, a life to lead alone, after his wife had run off with a salesman. His distraction led to what happened next. He didn&#039;t notice the small dimple in the snow, and when his leg plunged into the hole, he twisted off balance and fell. A loud &#039;crack&#039; came from the hole, and a flame of pain washed over him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He screamed in surprise, then began to drag the leg out. Panting, he worked it up and out onto the ground. It was obviously bent at an odd angle, broken. He stared at it, horrified – he couldn&#039;t do anything with it, alone and in the middle of a blizzard, and he looked at a slow painful death.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dobbin had stopped at his scream, and looked back, puzzled as to why he wasn&#039;t walking behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, God, I&#039;m &#039;&#039;dead&#039;&#039;, old girl. I&#039;ve broken my leg,” he said between gritted teeth. “I think I can get up and at least get you unharnessed, so you won&#039;t have to die too.” &lt;br /&gt;
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He reached for the sledge, to try to lift himself, but Dobbin started walking again, leaving him behind. He cried out in surprise at being left, but she kept going, vanishing into the blowing snow. He used a number of choice words, then, realizing the futility, started crawling off the trail and under the shelter of a lofty pine tree. He lay down, almost fainting with the pain, and began to wait for the dark man to come for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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A movement in the woods abruptly startled him into wakefulness. Something was out there – a bear? At least it would be quick. Then he heard the whisper of moccasins on snow, and called out. From the snow appeared an Indian woman, almost a girl. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Ah, there you are,” she said in perfect English. “My, you really broke your leg, didn&#039;t you? Let me see what I can do.”&lt;br /&gt;
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He stared at her, dumbfounded, as she found pieces of branches for a splint, and asked him for his shirt to tie it in place after she straightened it. Numbly, he pulled off his coat and jacket, then slid off the shirt and handed it to her. She asked for his knife, cut the shirt in strips, then handed it back.&lt;br /&gt;
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“You still have the jerky?” she asked, and he nodded, wondering how she knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Put it between your teeth and bite on it – this is going to &#039;&#039;hurt&#039;&#039;.” she said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He scrabbled through his pockets, found it and put it in place, then she grasped his leg and pulled, straightening it with awesome strength. His head reeled at the pain, and when he could see again, she had tied the splints in place. She gathered wood for a small fire, then cleared a place for it beneath the tree after knocking off the snow above it. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Matches,” she commanded, and he dug them out and handed over the container. Soon, there was a small cheerful fire going, and Harold began to feel better for the first time since he&#039;d fallen.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I have to go,” she said. “I&#039;ll be back in a little while for you.” and she vanished into the snow.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wow,” Harold thought fuzzily, “What a girl! Pretty and smart! I think I&#039;m in love!”&lt;br /&gt;
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With nothing to do, his mind started to wander. Back to his days growing up on a farm in the States, running a trap line to help make money for the family. Of going to school, of meeting his sweetheart. Of going off to fight in the Spanish War, then coming home to buy a small farm of his own with his saved pay, and of his marriage – first the happy years, then as times got harder, the quarrels and fights, ending when she ran off with a salesman. His despair at loosing her, and the relief of the bottle, then the loss of his farm.&lt;br /&gt;
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He&#039;d sworn off liquor then, and found his way to the coast and a ship north. North to Alaska! A new land, a new chance, a new hope. He&#039;d worked in town for a year, accumulating enough of a stake to buy a set of traps, and an old timer gave directions to an abandoned cabin deep in the woods. He set his traps carefully, and almost immediately began to get results. His collection of furs steadily grew, and he settled happily into his new life.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was at the end of a trap string when he saw her, a big grey horse, standing in the woods watching him. He smiled at her, then called, “ Hey, big girl, want an apple?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Her ears went up, and he could have sworn she grinned at him. She trotted over and started snuffling at his pockets, and he pulled the apple he&#039;d saved from lunch out of his pack and handed it to her. She crunched on it blissfully, then sniffed him all over. He scratched her behind the ears, she sighed in pleasure, then followed him home like a big dog. He named her Dobbin, after his old farm horse,and assumed she was a domesticated horse who&#039;d run away or whose owner had died, and he kept her. Strangely, there was no brand on her. He built a pole shed for her to be out of the weather, and added oats and hay to his list of  supplies.&lt;br /&gt;
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He found she had some strange quirks though. She utterly refused to wear a halter, let alone a bridle. She&#039;d happily allow herself to be harnessed and pull the sledge, but she allowed no one on her back. She would stand calmly in front of the store waiting for him, but the horse thief who tried to lasso her got a surprise – she simply couldn&#039;t be roped! It was as if she was playing a game with him. Then, when he came up close, she simply kicked him across the street. After that, she was left alone, and Dobbin and Harold became a familiar sight in town. Harold smiled at the memories, added wood to the fire, then drifted off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sound of hooves woke Harold from a nap, and he looked into the driven snow. There was Dobbin, with the sledge, and it was empty! She nickered, almost commanding him to come over, and he complied. He made his way onto the sledge and tied himself to it with the pack ropes, then Dobbin turned and headed for the cabin. Harold  was dizzy with pain from the crawl and the cold, so he simply held on for the ride. Soon they were home in front of the cabin. He tried to crawl off the sledge, but couldn&#039;t – the pain, the cold, and exhaustion just held him where he was. &lt;br /&gt;
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He heard a crash from the front, where Dobbin was, then the Indian girl was there. She helped him up and moved him to the cabin. He looked back, and the harness was lying on the ground – but Dobbin was gone! The girl got him into his bunk, then after a minute&#039;s examination, got the wood stove burning again, and went out to get water. She came back, then opened a tin of soup, mixed it in, then put it on the stove to heat. The room quickly rose to a livable temperature, and she helped Harold out of his coats, then worked his pants off carefully. After a bowl of thick soup, Harold drifted off to sleep to the quiet chanting of the Indian maid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost a day later, Harold awoke, feeling much better. He looked around for his clothes and froze – Dobbin was standing, asleep, in the cabin! At his gasp, she roused, then turned her head and looked at him. He would have sworn she was laughing at him! She turned her head back, closed her eyes, and sighed, then, suddenly, she changed – a flickering light seemed to play around her, and she shrank! As she did, the form of the Indian maid appeared, and grew solid. She straightened up then looked at him and burst into laughter at the stunned look on Harold&#039;s face.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes, my friend, I am Dobbin,” she said. “My father is a powerful medicine man in the tribe whos ground you are on. He asked me to take the shape of the horse so I could watch you and see what kind of man you are. You are different from many who have come here, and you have treated me well, so I have asked my father and the Chief to allow you to stay – on one condition. You must marry me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Gladly,” Harold replied. “Gladly! You have been so sweet as a horse, and so beautiful as a woman, when I first saw you in the woods – I knew I wanted you. Please, summon your people, and when I can walk – wait -  my leg, it doesn&#039;t hurt! Is it healed? What did you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You might call it magic – I employed methods known to us, and you are well, although you have been asleep for some time,” she said&lt;br /&gt;
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“Then, lets go and talk to your people,” Harold said. “If Dobbin will agree to carry me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Come outside,” she said, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harold got up, dressed, and followed her through the door. The ground was muddy, but the snow was mostly gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Stand here, close your eyes, and try not to be startled,” she said, then began a soft chant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Harold did as she asked, then, suddenly, the world reeled around him. He fell to four feet, and felt his body twisting and changing.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Open your eyes, my stallion,” he heard her say, in a strange yet familiar voice. He looked through the eyes of a horse, to see her in mare form! &lt;br /&gt;
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“I thought we could travel faster in this form,” she laughed. He whinnied back, his joyous laughter joining hers, and they trotted off down the trail to her people.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 7/9</title>
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The day had passed uneventfully, after Ted had saddled me and taken me out to the ring. We worked on basics, reminding us both how rider and ridden worked together to make a successful partnership. We broke for lunch, Ted heading for the human cafeteria, and I to the barn. I&#039;d seen Mr. Jakes walking by with Bryce and Terri, so they were off in the little pasture Mr. Jakes had promised. Wideload and Tommy were off somewhere with the wagon, so I had the place to myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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The barn seemed empty and quiet as I ate my sweet feed and oats. I knew I had time before Ted came back, and so I decided to take a short nap. I relaxed my body, letting my forelegs lock, and let my mind drift.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought back over the last month and a half, of all the, to the &#039;&#039;human&#039;&#039; me, weird things that had happened. The Change, getting out of the house safely, working with Dr. Malcolm, learning to &#039;&#039;be&#039;&#039; what I had become. Then my friend Martin, and the engineer, Mr. Shaynes, he&#039;d found to design the Talking Box. The simple joy of speaking again! The news of being sent away. The ride down here, and of meeting Wideload and Stoney. Of arriving here, and the schooling. &lt;br /&gt;
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I began to realize just how much I&#039;d become equine. Here I was, standing in a stable, wearing a saddle and bridle, and finding nothing wrong with it. Even my dreams of being human, I realized, were in the washed out color and greys of equine vision. Yet, Epona Herself had said I was Hers for the rest of this life. I sighed, trying to reconcile myself with that reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That reminds me,&amp;quot; I thought. &amp;quot;I haven&#039;t heard from the ACLU people or the SCABs about my lawsuit. Wonder how I can check on that?&amp;quot; I wondered if they&#039;d write?&lt;br /&gt;
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It struck me with the force of a blow - I couldn&#039;t get mail here. Or phone calls. Or email. I was completely cut off from the world I&#039;d lived in for fifty plus years. I hadn&#039;t even heard the news of the world since I Changed, and it was a political season!&lt;br /&gt;
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The shock rolled over me, the sudden pain of loss pointing out, again, what I&#039;d become. I was a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, a dumb &#039;&#039;animal&#039;&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I moaned with the pain. To be so alone! For someone who chatted with friends every day, via radio, via the Internet, or just walking into a store and talking to the clerk as I bought something....the sudden sense of loss was overwhelming. I even missed spam and junk mail! Oh, how I wished I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I hadn&#039;t showed up at the ring, Ted walked into the barn looking for me. He heard my moaning, and ran to my box to find out what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;James, what&#039;s the matter? Are you hurt? James? JAMES?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so far gone in the distress of what I&#039;d lost, I didn&#039;t even hear him. He grabbed an ear and twisted, hard, then leaped out the box door. The sudden pain penetrated my inner anguish - I jumped and twisted to bite what had hurt me. &amp;quot;James?&amp;quot; he asked again. I shook my head, then looked at him and nodded, back in reality again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do you want to talk about it?&amp;quot; he said. I thought about it, then nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lets go out to that scratch pad of yours. I need the help to understand what&#039;s happening with you.&amp;quot; he said, and again I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked out of the barn and over to the tap code layout. I paused, facing it, and Ted asked, &amp;quot;Now, what&#039;s the matter?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, deeply, then replied, tapping, *I was just realizing how much I missed being human. I can talk to the other SCABs, but - no mail, no friends on the Ham radio, no concerts, no email - all the things I loved as a human, just...gone. I was looking forward to voting in the election this year - that&#039;s gone. I can&#039;t even just walk into a store and buy a candy bar! I&#039;m just beginning to find out how deeply limiting being a horse is.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah? I hadn&#039;t even realized that. It must be a terrible shock. You&#039;ve seemed so happy learning, and went after dressage with such joy...well,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Um. There some things you don&#039;t know, simply because they haven&#039;t happened yet and until you came up with this, there wasn&#039;t any way for you to ask. You can get messages and mail here, even packages; you just haven&#039;t been here long enough for any to have been sent. And you can have visitors. With this code you&#039;ve given us, you can even have conversations with them now. As to buying things, I don&#039;t know what you might need, but I&#039;ll talk to the Director about a small stipend to be set aside for any SCAB who wants or needs something, now that you folks can tell us what it is.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded and tapped, *That might be a help, especially to the non-working animals. Music is something I miss a lot, others must be the same. Maybe not a personal radio, but one for each herd? And I know the sweet feed and oats will pretty much stop when I go to the herd...maybe a selection of large granola bars for snacks? I liked them as a man - wonder what they&#039;d be like now? Or a supply of apples and carrots? That would let us buy things and feel like we have some control again.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good ideas! I&#039;ll mention them to the director as well. This code already opens up areas I didn&#039;t even realize you folks could want. Again, thanks, it will be an enormous help.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Well! Feeling better now?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded - I really did feel better!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then, shall we finish the exercises? And get you ready for tomorrow&#039;s ride?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned and stood while he mounted, then we headed for the corral.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the morning, Mr. Jakes gave me a good brushing down, and set out a bucket of oats for me. While I was chewing my way through it, a cowboy showed up, carrying his saddle. He went over to Mr. Jakes, talked to him and then they both came over to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes said, &amp;quot;James, this is Frank Jefferson. He&#039;s here to give you your Graduation ride. He&#039;s been here for a long time, from before this was a SCABs hospice, and is very experienced in working with you SCABs.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jefferson held out his hand for me to sniff, then said, &amp;quot;Mornin&#039;, James. Mr. Jakes has been tellin&#039; me about some of what you&#039;ve been doin&#039; here - Ah&#039;m impressed! You&#039;ve been doin&#039; very well at the lessons, and ah&#039;m lookin&#039; fo&#039;ward to our ride.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and walked out into the aisle so he could get me saddled up and ready to go. I was looking forward to this, as both a chance to see the rest of the ranch and the end of my school time. When I was all tacked out, Jefferson swung up into the saddle, and we headed out of the barn. Wideload, Tommy, Bryce and Terri all called and wished me &#039;good luck and a good trip&#039; as we passed, and I nodded to them. &lt;br /&gt;
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We&#039;d found a number of breaks, and I found Jefferson had a way to get me to watch carefully as well - I spotted a break he&#039;d missed, and he gave me a carrot! I watched like a hawk after that, and spotted two more. My eyes didn&#039;t see as sharply as his, but they noticed discrepancies better, so as a team we did very well.&lt;br /&gt;
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We hadn&#039;t gone quickly, yet we&#039;d gotten done with plenty of time left, so we didn&#039;t have to race home at a gallop. The night out was nice, too - Jefferson trusted me, and let me roam freely in search of the best grazing, knowing that I&#039;d be nearby when he awoke. I napped near his fire, between browsing, giving at least some security. Not that anything bad roamed this area anymore, but I scared off one coyote with interests in Jefferson&#039;s food.&lt;br /&gt;
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We pulled up out front, and Jefferson climbed down. He fished in his saddlebag for a moment, then came up and stroked my nose, saying, &amp;quot;James, thanks fo&#039; yoah he&#039;p on the trip. Ah&#039;m turnin&#039; in an &#039;excellent&#039; on yoah eval, an&#039; ya deserve it. Some SCABs people heve been a problem, some heve been sweet - you&#039;ve been actively he&#039;pful, and Ah appreciates thet. Heah&#039;s a last reward, enjoy it while Ah get the paperwork done, then Ah&#039;ll take yo&#039; to the barn fo&#039; the night.&amp;quot; Then he gave me a last carrot!&lt;br /&gt;
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I slowly crunched at it, savoring the taste, and thought about tomorrow. I&#039;d probably be showing the other SCABs people how the tap code worked, and that I was looking forward to. But then, the herd - and Lucifer. I shuddered, remembering what he&#039;d done to poor Bryce. But I&#039;d have Wideload and Tommy with me. I&#039;d just have to see. &lt;br /&gt;
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We&#039;d had the equivalent of a - for horses - party when I returned to the barn. Jefferson had left off his personal gear at the bunkhouse, so after he removed his saddle and petted my nose once more, he spoke with Mr. Jakes and went on his way. A wash and brush down followed, and a bucket of oats and sweet feed was waiting in my box. After a decent interval, Wideload, Tommy, Bryce and Terri all came over and I told them of my trip. Then we compared notes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Fred, the wagon driver, has been doing well by us,&amp;quot; Wideload said. &amp;quot;And the loads are pretty light for what we can do. At least we&#039;re doing something - better than most of the poor people here. Been talking to them as we brought over supplies - the cattle, llama&#039;s and such. They&#039;re so bored, a lot of them are almost lost in the animal...not good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I hope that&#039;ll start to change tomorrow, &amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I made some suggestions to Ted, and I&#039;ll speak to the Director when I can. I really miss reading, and music, and the news, even if it doesn&#039;t apply any more.&amp;quot; They all agreed with that. Then we spotted Mr. Jakes walking our way, and we turned to greet him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Another conference?&amp;quot; he chuckled. &amp;quot;Well! James, you&#039;re to meet the Director in the morning, and go around to demonstrate the Tap Code. When you&#039;re done with that, you&#039;ll be released to the herd, along with Wideload and Tommy. Bryce, we&#039;re going to hold you a few more days, to watch how your healing is going, and Terri, you can come or go as you wish. You all understand?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now, for those going to the herd, and those who want to rehear this mini lecture, here are the rules,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Morning call - everybody shows up for morning call, so we can count heads and make sure everyone&#039;s here. It also acts as a sick call. If you&#039;re hurt or ill, come forward to be checked over. We set this up after we had a couple of suicides, and no one noticed they were gone for days. This is important, people, be there!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&#039;s not a joke, folks; miss more than one, we&#039;ll put you in the barn or exile you to the cattle for a while. Same goes for them, so if there&#039;s a stranger in your herd, be kind. Okay?&amp;quot; he said. We nodded again, and he continued. &amp;quot;Work assignments get passed out at this time, so listen up. With almost fifty of  you here, the workload&#039;s light, and most people seem to think it&#039;s a treat to do something. SCABs are being asked to volunteer for light wagon and carriage pulling training and duties - the price of gas has gone through the roof again! That&#039;s about it. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;
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The Director walked in and came over to me. He asked me to please follow along behind his cart. I nodded, and we left the barn. The Morning roll call group was waiting with a light wagon, and we all started off for the furthest pastures.&lt;br /&gt;
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I returned to the barn around Noon, knowing that I&#039;d had a good day. I&#039;d showed the Cattle, Llama&#039;s and the poor odds and sods types of which we only had a couple each how the Tap Code worked, how the signboards showed the letter combinations, spoke to them with it, and asked if they had any questions for the Director. The results had surpassed my wildest hopes - the SCABs people had crowded up to the wire to talk to Human people again! It was wonderful. I was told by a number of SCABs that people who had almost fallen to animal were back from the edge, just knowing that they could speak with their families again. The new ideas for radios, music, and possibly purchasing treats were a major excitement too. I was tired but floating with joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Director said, &amp;quot;Thanks, James, I wouldn&#039;t have believed just how much of a difference this is making! I&#039;m going to get lunch, then we&#039;ll do the Horse herd for the code release when I get back. We&#039;ll release you to the herd then, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, and we parted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to my box and started on the oats that&#039;d been left in the trough for me. I heard the jingle and clatter of the wagon approaching. Shortly after, deharnessed, Wideload and Tommy came in for their lunch too. Bryce and Terri were off in the small pasture, so we were alone. They&#039;d finished work early so they could join the herd too, even if they were going to have steady daily hauling. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, guys, there&#039;s going to be trouble with Lucifer when we go in. Right?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t want him tearing into you two, but if you can get in his way enough to give me a head start, that would be what I need,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Once I&#039;m up to a full gallop, I can play with him. He&#039;ll be so mad he won&#039;t notice where he&#039;s going,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You back, Tommy? Bring friend? Who, friend?&amp;quot; Lucifer rumbled. He spoke strangely, in Equine without the additions we SCABs made. Strange, because I knew he was a SCAB too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not you, big one. Other. WHO?&amp;quot; Lucifer rumbled, loudly, and paced slowly towards us. The Director stopped speaking, sensing trouble. One of the wagon crew loaded a sedative dart gun, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wheeled and ran, ran as hard as I could. Lucifer tangled with Tommy and Wideload for a precious moment, then got around them and flew after me, leaving chaos behind. He was completely crazy, wild and dangerous, and he was after me with intent not to subdue, but to kill.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was up to full speed now, stretched out and low to the ground, flying along at a hard gallop. I could see Lucifer out of the rear of my eye, and he was gaining slowly. I spotted a brushy patch, and swung to put it between us. As I&#039;d hoped, he plowed into it, slowing, and I gained ground. Thick grass, a blackberry patch, more brush, anything to delay or slow him until he wore down. I was beginning to feel the strain of the speed myself, and he, being lighter and faster, would feel it quicker, I hoped. Far behind us, I could hear the rumble of hooves as the herd followed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ran as I never had in this form, mane and tail streaming away. I zigged and zagged, partly to slow Lucifer, partly to let the forerunners of the herd get closer. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady Epona,&amp;quot; I prayed, &amp;quot;what should I do now?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dodged around a copse of trees, then abruptly slowed as the ground fell away beneath my hooves. A quick look showed a small stream valley, perfect for what I wanted. There, a path down. I ran down it over to the water, then stopped, sides heaving, and got a drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucifer came around the copse and skidded to a stop, gasping, blown, barely missing the edge. Then he saw me, and screamed again. He flew down the trail and raced towards me with his last bit of strength. I waited, across his path, braced for the collision. Above, I saw horse heads appear over the edge. Faintly surprised, I recognized Wideload among them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I woke, as if from a dream. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my side, with Lucifer lying unconscious a short distance away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, you&#039;re awake!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &amp;quot;What happened? The two of you scared the hell out of us all! We came around those trees and barely stopped at the rim, and there you were, you standing still and him roaring down on you. We thought you were going to die! Then he bounced off you like a BB off armor plate, reared up, gave a shriek the likes of which I&#039;ve never heard, then fell over backward. You collapsed too, although it was more like lying down. You&#039;ve both been out cold for a &#039;&#039;long&#039;&#039; time.  Bella and I have kept watch on you, but you owe us all an explanation!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I slowly climbed to my hooves. I shook my head to get myself together again, then said, &amp;quot;Get Bella, will you please? It&#039;ll save some time if I tell you both.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wideload trotted off at his usual ponderous gate. I shook myself all over, raising a cloud of dust, then looked around for the stream. I slowly went over and got a long drink, then came back to watch over Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard Wideload coming back, with Bella and a number of others with him. They drew up into a half circle around us, then Bella said, &amp;quot;Well? What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Wideload, do you remember what I told you of my life on the ride down here?&amp;quot; I asked. He nodded. &amp;quot;I left out a part, not so much that it was secret, but because it causes trouble sometimes. You never asked my faith. I&#039;m Pagan, a Wiccan High Priest.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So? he said. &amp;quot;And that applies how, now that we&#039;re horses?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The night I Changed, Epona appeared to me, and claimed me as one of Her own. Do you know who She is?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard gasps among the group, but Wideload said, &amp;quot;No, I don&#039;t. Never was much of a scholar, you know, being a jock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She&#039;s the ancient Celtic Goddess of Horses,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;The morning I was picked up to come here, She brought me to Her in a dream, and asked me to be Her Priest. I accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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More gasps. Then Bella, tough as a lead mare has to be, said, &amp;quot;And this means what? And how does it apply to what happened here, to you and Lucifer? He may be a crazy jerk, but he&#039;s one of us, and has been a lot longer then you have.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Epona told me She will help us as much as She can, that since we run on four hooves She considers us to be Her children now,&amp;quot; I said. There a rising tide of protest and babel.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; I continued, &amp;quot;She also said that while we are horses on the outside, we are still Human Souls, and to remember that, too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I took a deep breath, then let it out. &amp;quot;As to Lucifer,&amp;quot; I continued, &amp;quot;Epona, and I, have been talking to him, showing him what he needs to know to live in this form. He&#039;ll wake shortly, cured of his madness, and in control of himself for the first time since he Changed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Wake, my brother, and join us,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Good gentles, this is Pastor Steven Svenson, a Lutheran priest, who is Lucifer only if he wishes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes helped Bryce into the stable, guiding him and pointing out a clean empty box for him to enter. Bryce staggered in with a three footed limp, dripping blood. He groaned to a stop, head down, in obvious pain from his many injuries.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted filled a bucket with water and went flying down the aisle, to help Mr. Jakes check Bryce over and clean him off. Once Bryce was in and being cared for, Mr. Jakes came back out and headed for his office at a dead run. Shortly thereafter, the station Vet&#039;s van screeched to a halt outside the door, and he raced in with his bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stayed where I was, watching and listening to Bryce&#039;s groans of pain, and the swearing of the men as they worked to help him. Wideload and Tommy came in from their training, and I told them what I&#039;d seen. Their trainer heard the noise and went down to see what was happening, and came back swearing  a blue streak. He got the harness&#039;s off them, and started to wash Wideload down.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That Goddamned white stallion! I&#039;ve told them he needs to be kept separate from the rest, that he&#039;s plumb crazy, but they just won&#039;t listen,&amp;quot; he snarled. &amp;quot;He usually beats up on the new stallions, but this time, this time he&#039;s gone too far. That new guy will be in the barn for a month, getting over those cracked ribs, and I think that piece of mane is gone forever. And those bites will leave scars, bet on that. They ought to simply shoot that white one. Nobody can ride him, the last one who tried almost died from the injuries. He&#039;s useless, and dangerous.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s the one. Lucifer, the white stallion,&amp;quot; Tommy said. &amp;quot;I was worried something like this might happen. Poor Bryce. We&#039;ll all have to comfort him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;He&#039;s hurt pretty bad, but he should recover. Thank God, the limp is a stone bruise, he hit something pretty hard getting away, but the ribs - they&#039;ll take a good bit of time to heal, and he&#039;ll need close watching. The Vet&#039;s sewing up the bites now, then he&#039;ll see about wrapping him to support the ribs. Poor fella&#039;s very lucky they didn&#039;t break and puncture a lung. And I don&#039;t know what we can do about the missing piece of mane. That goddamn White Devil, if he wasn&#039;t a SCAB, I&#039;d shoot him out of hand.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes was being very hard with the brush, but I knew why, and put up with it. I did turn my head and nicker in protest, though. He realized what he was doing, and apologized. He finished gently, and I walked down to see Bryce while Wideload and Tommy were being done.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady Epona,&amp;quot; I prayed as I walked, &amp;quot;is there anything I can do? Any way to help him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She replied, whispering to me. &amp;quot;I am constrained on your side of the Veil, but I can do a little. Touch him, and I will do what I can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There, that&#039;s as much as I can do for the moment,&amp;quot; he said to Ted. &amp;quot;That&#039;s a wide spectrum antibiotic, and should take care of any infection from the bites. Please keep an eye on him, and call me if there&#039;s any further problems. I&#039;ll check back later to see how he&#039;s doing. Thank God the ribs were only cracked! I&#039;m getting tired of patching up stallions who have met that White Devil. I&#039;m going to speak to the Director, and see if we can isolate him again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted replied, &amp;quot;It&#039;s been tried, but he always finds some way out and back. Only way I can think of is to send him to the ranches in South Carolina or Washington, and they&#039;ve refused him after reading the reports.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, something has to be done,&amp;quot; the Vet said, stroking Bryce&#039;s neck, &amp;quot;or we&#039;ll have someone killed, and then what&#039;ll we do?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted stayed for a minute, stroking Bryce, then came out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;maybe you should stay with him. Horses enjoy company, and he needs a friend right now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and walked into the stall. &amp;quot;Do you want to talk about it, or just pass for the moment?&amp;quot; I said, and rubbed his neck with my head. I felt a small shock, as did Bryce, but he ignored it amid all his pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m very sleepy from the painkillers,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;but I deeply appreciate the company. Please, stay.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved up beside him, nose to tail, as buddies do when dozing, and watched over him as he slept. I thought about what my turn to meet Lucifer would be like. Wideload relieved me for a bit so I could eat, then all three of us spent the night with Bryce. The vet checked on him twice, but everything seemed to be going well.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the morning Bryce was feeling much better. He was still hurting, but his movements were much easier. The stone bruise to his off hind foot had almost ceased to pain him, and he walked out of the box with me so it could be mucked out. He was somewhat embarrassed, but I pointed out he was injured and, if human, would be using a bedpan. He laughed, flinched at the pain, and agreed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tommy, Wideload and I had gone watch and watch through the night, so we all had gotten a good nights sleep. We were wondering about what to do while we were at school or work when Terri walked in. We all greeted her happily, and she went over to Bryce and rubbed her head against his.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;How are you Bryce? That was a spectacular fight - I was terrified he&#039;d kill you,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;You jumped the gate just in time, from what Bella said. Lucifer&#039;s been getting steadily worse over the past month, and you were the first new stallion in that time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just my luck,&amp;quot; Bryce answered, then reached over and gave Terri a grooming nibble down the back.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I feel a lot better - I guess that horses heal a lot faster than humans. I still hurt a good bit, though, and breathing is a pain.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would have come earlier, but Bella insisted that I meet the other mares,&amp;quot; Terri said. &amp;quot;A number of them have foals by Lucifer - the instincts of these bodies are very powerful, apparently. But, I told Bella you were my friend, that I was worried about you, so she allowed me to come up and nurse you if you need it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;d take her up on it, Bryce. I&#039;ve got school, and I think I&#039;ll be going on my graduation ride in a day or two.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Wideload and Tommy are going to be working from now on with that wagon, moving feed and such. And I heard Mr. Jakes saying that they&#039;re going to be training some volunteers to pull buggies. The price of gas seems to have jumped again, and the Director says he&#039;s got all these horses around, so why not?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right, Terri, if you can, I&#039;d most deeply appreciate it.&amp;quot; Bryce said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes walked in and saw us standing together, then noticed Terri. &amp;quot;Well, holding a conference, are you? Hello, Terri, come to see Bryce?&amp;quot; he laughed. Terri nodded, then rubbed her head on Bryce&#039;s neck again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, you&#039;re going to be his nurse, are you?&amp;quot; he said, and Terri nodded again. &amp;quot;Good, everyone else is going to be busy, and he&#039;ll need watching. Thank you for your concern. Come get me if you think he needs me, and the vet will be checking him from time to time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Terri nodded again, then came over and nuzzled Mr. Jakes, who laughed and stroked her nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I have some news for all of you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;James, you&#039;ve done so well, you&#039;re going on your grad ride tomorrow, and the way you&#039;ve done so far shouldn&#039;t have any trouble passing. Wideload, Tommy, normally we&#039;d send you to the herd now and call you at need, but I want you to be with James when he   goes. We&#039;re going to work you here until he returns from his ride. As to you Bryce, the Vet will be by to check on you shortly. For now you have no duties other than to heal. If you want, there&#039;s an isolated little pasture on the other side of the main buildings. I can lead you and Terri there and leave you for the day. It&#039;s quiet and peaceful, I think you&#039;ll like it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both Bryce and Terri nodded at that. &amp;quot;Good,&amp;quot; Mr. Jakes said. &amp;quot;As soon as the Vet is done, I&#039;ll take you there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted walked in, saw us all after his eyes adjusted, and came over. &amp;quot;Morning, Mr. Jakes. Have you called a meeting? How&#039;s Bryce doing, anyway?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Seems to be better, from the way I&#039;ve seen him move. That right, Bryce?&amp;quot; Mr. Jakes asked. Bryce nodded. &amp;quot;Good. Damn, I wish we could talk with them - they&#039;re humans after all. Nodding yes and no is better than nothing, but there ought to be some way for them to reply!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted said, &amp;quot;James, that reminds me. Nancy won&#039;t be here today, something about a meeting. She did say she&#039;d talked to the kid in Communications. He is a ham, but he said something about being a &#039;no-coder.&#039; He does know a number of older ones in town who  use it though, and gave her names, so we can get someone to translate at need.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What&#039;s that about?&#039; Mr. Jakes asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James showed us he knows and can use Morse code yesterday&amp;quot; Ted said. &amp;quot;But, nobody here knows it. The kid was the only hope, aside from outsiders, and you know what the Director thinks of them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at the &#039;no-coder&#039; designation. It was an old sore point between those who&#039;d had to learn code to get on the air, and the newer hams. Well, at least there were people I could talk to at need. A memory tickled at the back of my mind, something about another code. I chased it down. Hmm, yes, this might work. And be quicker and easier than Morse to learn!&lt;br /&gt;
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I nickered to get everyone&#039;s attention, then walked out the barns back door and over to a dusty stretch of ground. Puzzled, everyone, including Bryce, followed. I started by scraping seven lines in the dirt, then walked to the side and scraped seven more, making a crosshatch. I placed one hoofprint in the second box, two in the third, and so fourth until I had five in last box in the row. I repeated it down the column, then started trying to scrape letters - A in the first open box, then B, then C. Ted saw what I was doing and took over, going far more quickly. I stopped him at &#039;K&#039; and erased it, then made a crude &#039;J&#039; in its place. I stepped back, then nodded to him to continue. He rapidly filled in the rest, giving a five by five square, and stepped back. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, James, what do we have here?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started with a letter relatively easy for me to make, &#039;V&#039;, then started tapping: five, then one, and looked at them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ahh, column then row, to get a letter, right?&amp;quot; Ted asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then started tapping slowly. four, four - one, one - three, five - two, three - three, four - one, four - one, five.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ted, following along, said, &amp;quot;T, a, p, c, o, d, e. Tap code! He&#039;s got a way to talk!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out, *Hello Ted Mr. Jakes X Please write this code down so it doesn&#039;t get erased.* &lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes said, wonderingly, &amp;quot;It works! It really does! I was able to follow the taps and get the sense of what he said! Incredible!&amp;quot; He turned to Wideload and asked, &amp;quot;Can &#039;&#039;you&#039;&#039; use this? Do you see how?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wideload tap/replied, *sure I can x This is going to make life one whole lot easier around here* &lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jakes turned and ran for his office, then came back with a notebook, in which he copied the table I&#039;d scratched on the ground. &amp;quot;I need to show this to the Director, right now!&amp;quot; he exclaimed excitedly. &amp;quot;Ted, can you wait on giving James his lesson until I get back?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The teamster showed up and collected Wideload and Tommy for wagon duty.  Ted went over and helped him get them harnessed. They got the two of them hooked to the wagon, and the teamster was leaving with a jingle of harness and a quiet rumble from the rubber tires as the Director arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Director&#039;s little electric golf cart hissed up, and he and Mr. Jakes got out. The Director walked over and looked at the code table I&#039;d scraped out on the ground, then he turned to me. &amp;quot;Good morning, James. I&#039;ve been hearing good things about the way you&#039;ve been doing at your lessons, both from Ted here and from Nancy. But I didn&#039;t realize we had a cryptologist among us!&amp;quot; he chuckled. &amp;quot;Please show me how this thing works.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, *Good morning sir x I&#039;m not a coder just someone who used to read a lot x This Tap Code was used in Nam and in jails x Its simple and quick to learn x Mr. Jakes was saying he wished for some way for us to speak and I remembered this.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good God! I understood what he was tapping, just picking the letters up as he sent them! Incredible!&amp;quot; the Director said. &amp;quot;James, can you teach this to the herd members?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, *Wideload used it as soon as Mr. Jakes asked him.The other people here should be able to use it too.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re right! I hadn&#039;t even thought of that!&amp;quot; The Director grinned. &amp;quot;This is going to take a little time to get set up. I&#039;m going to have it painted on large sheets of plywood and located by the gates to all the major pastures, and have laminated cards made up for all the employees. And email this to the Directors of the other Ranches - this is really going to change things for the better for the patients! Thank you, James, thank you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, *You&#039;re entirely welcome sir x Glad to be of service both to you and to the other SCABs patients who are isolated in their heads unable to talk to their human friends.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re scheduled for your graduation ride tomorrow,&amp;quot; he mused. &amp;quot;I should have the boards painted, postholes dug, and the posts installed by the time you get back. That&#039;ll be Thursday, so there&#039;ll be time to get every set up on Friday, and have you go around and show the others how it works then. I can release you to the herd as well, along with Wideload and Tommy. Is that all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, *Fine sir x With them to aid me there shouldn&#039;t be any trouble*.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, then, I&#039;ll let Ted take you on to your lesson, and get busy on my end. This will make my job a lot easier, and, again, I thank you!&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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We passed through Dodge City, and Wideload and I both looked eagerly at the famous cattle town from the Old West. But we were disappointed in finding a regular small town, typical of the southern plains, with old but solid brick buildings. Off in the distance down one street, we saw a Wild West area, almost a theme park, but that was it for the fame. We looked at each other, disappointed, then we both laughed - no gunfights in the streets here!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry continued down the road out of town. Finally, miles later, he turned off onto a gravel secondary road. The ride roughened, but we rode with the swaying and bumps, amid the clatter of thrown gravel. Off in the distance, I spotted a large sign over a break in the fence beside the road. Fair Pastures Large Animal SCABS Hostel, it read, then as we approached, I could make out a further sign: U. S. Government Property, Div. Of H&amp;amp;HS, No trespassing, All Visitors must check in with Director of Patient Care. This was to be our new home.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck turned in and drove down the road leading to the cluster of low buildings and barns. We passed them then swung into a large open area behind the main building. Jerry braked to a halt, then cut the engine. He climbed out of the cab and came back to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, this is it,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot; I need to turn the papers in to the Director, and he&#039;ll be out to see you unloaded. I wish you all the luck in the world, and hope you don&#039;t need it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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With that, he returned to the cab and got the paperwork, then walked into the offices. A number of people were gathering to see what they&#039;d gotten this time. Wideload and I both stuck our heads out the windows and looked back at them. Typical people for the farms and ranches of the area, deeply tanned, wearing Stetson type hats and the occasional John Deere ballcap, a mixture of shirts and tees, and jeans. They talked among themselves, then quieted as the Director came out. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Get them unloaded,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;They&#039;ve had a long trip and probably need to relieve themselves and stretch their muscles.&amp;quot; Jerry and one of the others came around to the back and let down the ramp. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mike Allen, please step out and come over here, &amp;quot; the Director called. &lt;br /&gt;
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Wideload carefully backed out, stretched, and walked over to the Director. &amp;quot;My oh my, you are a big one aren&#039;t you?&amp;quot; the Director grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry said, &amp;quot;The people where he spent his recovery time called him Wideload, because he&#039;s so big.&amp;quot;  He winked at Wideload, who snickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That certainly seems appropriate, I believe we&#039;ll keep that as a working name. Is that all right with you, Mike?&amp;quot; the Director said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wideload nodded, obviously endorsing the moniker. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then Wideload you shall be,&amp;quot; The Director laughed. &amp;quot;I have some ideas for work for you, if you don&#039;t mind? We need the patients to help in many ways here, and you are a powerful type.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wideload nodded again, and the Director turned and looked at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James Maxwell, please come here,&amp;quot; he said. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had backed out while he was talking with Wideload, and had stretched and shaken myself to loosen up. Now, I walked over and stood before him. &lt;br /&gt;
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He walked around me, looking me over. &amp;quot;You certainly came out of the Change a nice looking horse,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m not really sure what we&#039;ll do with you. You haven&#039;t been ridden?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, I&#039;ll assign you to one of the experienced riders here, and he can teach you what we want. You&#039;re an intelligent person, from your papers, and should get the hang of it quickly. As I told Wideload, we expect the patients to help in the maintenance and upkeep here, and taking a rider around to check fences will be part of your duties. All right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I slowly nodded. I didn&#039;t like the idea of someone on my back, telling me where to go, but I didn&#039;t have much of a choice. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Tom, why don&#039;t you lead our two new patients over to the manure pile, and when they&#039;re done, get them something to eat and drink. We&#039;ll keep them in the barn for a week of training, then send them out to the herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A tall, deeply tanned man separated himself from the crowd and came over. &amp;quot;Gentlebein&#039;s, if you&#039;ll folla&#039; me?&amp;quot; he said. He walked off toward the larger of the barns, and we followed. First he lead us to the manure area, and we took care of that need, then he lead us over to the barn. He asked us to wait at the door while he consulted the barn hostler. We halted and stood, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, what do you think so far, Wideload?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I thought I was going to die laughing when Jerry got the moniker approved! He&#039;s slick, I&#039;ll give him that!&amp;quot; Wideload chuckled. &amp;quot;What about you? Ever ride a horse before?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As far as I can recall about three times, which means I&#039;m no expert rider. Being on the lower half of the experience ought to be interesting too,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Ah, here they come! Rooms for the night, please, with a soft bed, shower and room service!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We both snickered at that, as Tom and the hostler walked over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Wonda&#039; what thet was all about?&amp;quot; Tom said. &amp;quot;Almost like they&#039;re laughin&#039; at us!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Probably are,&amp;quot; said the other man. &amp;quot;Remember, they were men like us until they Changed, and their sense of humor is probably still the same. Is that right gentlemen?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We both nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;See? I keep telling you, these are people, not animals, no matter what they look like. Treat them like dumb animals, and they&#039;ll eventually find a way to get back at you,&amp;quot; the hostler said. &amp;quot;Now, friends, we&#039;re going to give you a wash and brushing down, to get rid of the road dirt, then we&#039;ve got a pair of large boxes for you to spend the night in, with a bucket of sweet feed and hay available. If you&#039;ll step this way?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As we followed the hostler to the wash area, I said, &amp;quot;What did I tell you?&amp;quot; and we both snickered again.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we had passed through the barn, a pretty mare and another stallion had called greetings to us. Now, clean and fed, we made our introductions to them. They said they&#039;d arrived the day before, from out west. The stallion, Bryce Wendle, came from near Denver where he&#039;d been an advertising executive, and the mare, Terri Benson, from Utah, where she&#039;d been a Grade School teacher. Apparently the ranch had a much wider draw than I&#039;d thought, although fully Changed people were fairly rare and large ones even more so.&lt;br /&gt;
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A pair of cattle spoke up, startling Wideload and I. We realized that horses weren&#039;t the only large animal SCABS here. The bovine &#039;accent&#039; made them somewhat difficult to understand, but the ideas got through clearly. There had been a llama there when they arrived, but he&#039;d gone on to his group this morning. A wider group indeed! It seemed most kinds of large herbivores were sent here.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cows returned to talking with each other, and we continued our chat with Bryce and Terri. Bryce&#039;s Change had been unusual: he&#039;d been in a board meeting and video conference when it happened, and had thoroughly disrupted it. Terri&#039;s had happened in the garden at home, with her husband near by to help as he could. We explained ours, and talked about out trip, and they about theirs. Terri had been in the trailer for several days, Bryce a day less - their driver wasn&#039;t anything like Jerry! We realized how lucky we&#039;d been. We told everyone about what Stoney had told us, and generated some hope, if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little while later, Mr. Jakes came in, followed by a huge Percheron stallion. He took him over to Wideload and said, &amp;quot;Here&#039;s your partner. He&#039;ll be in training with you in learning to pull various things. His name&#039;s Tommy Jardeen, he&#039;s been out with the herd while we&#039;ve been waiting for you. I&#039;ve got the box next to you ready for him. You&#039;ll start training tomorrow, as will James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tommy, it turned out, had had a hard life. He&#039;d been in the Army, and seen heavy combat. He&#039;d survived, even gotten some important medals, but, when he got out, his life just slowly fell apart. He had serious psychiatric problems, and took to drugs and alcohol to relieve them, as so many had. He drifted from job to job, across the country, being put in jail, dried out, given help - it worked for a while, but he always fell back, and finally became homeless, living in a tent under a bridge and begging for money to buy more booze with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then one night, while sitting around a trash fire with some other homeless, he Changed. The other people must have really liked him, because they called a cop to help him, and he was sent to a good vet to help him figure his new self out. If anything, he was happy for the first time in ages. Nobody expected him to do anything complicated anymore, he didn&#039;t have to beg for a meal, and he&#039;d lost the need for alcohol. He was content, and looking forward to learning to pull a wagon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, it&#039;s different than a human community, and yet, like one,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;We&#039;re all horses, and the instincts form the base of the herd behavior. Theres a lead mare, Bella Henson. She used to own a company, so she knows how to manage a lot of people. The mares all defer to her, and live together. Theres a bachelor herd too, that&#039;s where I was. And a herd stallion. Now, that guy&#039;s nuts. The horse rules him in this case, and he attacks every new stallion anywhere near his size, to force them to submit to him. He didn&#039;t mess with me, though, I&#039;m too big. People call him Lucifer - he was a preacher, and the man spends all his time praying, and the stallion rides him. He&#039;s never reconciled himself with his change, and he&#039;s nuts because of it. Watch out for him, he&#039;s a nasty being.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt a tug on my priest link to Epona - She wanted me to make a special note of what Tommy had just said. Now I began to see why She wanted my help here. This &#039;Lucifer&#039; was disrupting things, and hurting people. I acknowledged the tug, and thought on the info, as I continued to listen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What&#039;s Lucifer look like?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He&#039;s pure white, of all things, from head to tail, but his muzzle&#039;s black. Looks like an Arabian type, and he&#039;s very fast,&amp;quot; Tommy replied. &amp;quot;Like I said, be careful around him. He won&#039;t bother you, Wideload, but Bryce and James are in for a rough ride. He talks like a horse, little words, strung together in the strange way they have. And he&#039;s been getting really weird over the past month, something about, &amp;quot;he&#039;s coming.&amp;quot; and saying he&#039;ll kill him on sight. Whoever it is, I wish him well!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A beautiful, brilliant green field before me -- a  crystal-blue sky dotted with clouds -- I took a deep breath and sighed. It was a dream, of course; you just didn&#039;t see colors this rich in the so-called &#039;real world&#039;. And the air...ah! It was crisp and cool, its scents a match for the hues, and it smelled of life and growing things. Behind me, I heard a drumbeat of approaching hooves. I turned, and there She was: Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was...Gods, if I could find the words...superb, a glowing white, with deep blue eyes. I dropped to my knees in worship. She spoke to me, but the words made no sense. She tried again and again, but with no recognition on my part. Dimly, I felt my foot cramp back in the world of the real. The pain pulled at me, dragging me away. Then, just before I crossed the threshold, in the state called lucid dreaming, I understood Her. &amp;quot;I claim you as one of my own!&amp;quot; She cried. Then with a whinny of joy, She vanished. The cramp in my foot increased, then the other foot joined in. I couldn&#039;t move. Something strange was happening. I felt the bones, tendons and muscles of my legs altering, twisting and growing. The feeling raced up my legs, then my hands cramped and began to change. Change! That was what was happening! It had been years since the Martian virus began doing its thing with humans, and now, it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I could do was lie there and pray to the Gods that the agony would end soon. After a few minutes, I felt the bed slats start cracking, then, suddenly, they all went, dropping the mattress and me onto the floor. I felt the whole house shudder with the impact, then my flailing feet - hooves? - slammed into the foot board, tearing it away to crash against the far wall, and I slid partly off the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt very different, larger, more massive, and far less flexible. I couldn&#039;t move my arms to the sides, only front and back, nor could I touch my face. My hands felt cramped, stiff, and trying to reach out gave a loud bang as my &#039;hand&#039; slammed into the bed rails. I felt my ears twist around at each creak and groan.  I could see the clock from one eye, blurrily, and the red of the LED display was washed out, a pinkish grey instead of the bright red I knew it was. I felt an ear twist to point at it, and realized I could hear the transformer hummimg! Smells, good Gods, they were incredible - the fresh sheet reeked of soap, scorched cotton, and a scent I didn&#039;t recognize.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to raise my head for a look around and smacked my - nose? snout? muzzle? hard against the bottom of the headboard. The pain was incredible; I laid my head back on the pillow until it passed. In my neighborhood, the streetlights are few and far between; it was dark in the room. I realized that, in the blackness, I couldn&#039;t do anything. With that, I decided to try to go back to sleep and wait out the hours until dawn as best as I could. My mind wouldn&#039;t quiet easily and I wondered what I was. A quadruped of some sort and a large one, but what kind?  Bovine? Equine? Cervine? Maybe a Buffalo?  I did a breathing meditation - which felt strange - and gradually, my mind calmed and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d had the Martian Flu, as had so many other people, shortly after the return of  NASA&#039;s Beagle II probe. For a while afterwards, it seemed like the world was falling apart. People weren&#039;t able to work, the power went off, followed by the loss of water pressure. Food deliveries to the stores stopped, and the shelves were quickly stripped bare. Worse, people were dying, in such numbers the morgues were overflowing and mass burials were done for public safety. Chaos, panic, and gangs of hungry, scared people ruled. I and my Ham Radio friends had worked hard, helping the Police and Fire people try to keep some form of order by acting as communication backups after their systems failed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had been a frantic and terrible time. Eventually, as the survivors recovered  from the Flu and got back to work, the world slowly came back to a kind of order. The power and water returned, along with food deliveries, then TV, radio, and computer links. We began to see the other things that the Martian bug had done. We&#039;d seen people Changing, becoming animals, changing sex, even changing into intelligent machines. Families watched in terror as a loved one Changed. Thankfully, there weren&#039;t many, and we did what we could to help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course there wasn&#039;t often much we could do; in the end, we just recorded the Changed&#039;s names, addresses, and what they had become. Later, in our area, we invented distinctive collars to put on the deeply Changed, those who couldn&#039;t talk. With them on, everyone knew who they were and that they were human, not true animals. It had been a wildly crazy year, and, now, years later, it seemed it was my turn to Change.&lt;br /&gt;
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A shrieking scream assailed my ears, and I jerked all over in terror, flailing around trying to get away from the horrible noise. My ears folded flat against my head, and I opened my eyes to see that the room was now clearly lit. I realized that the hideous sound was the alarm clock, and I raised my hand to shut it off. There was a crash as my fore limb struck the night stand. The clock flew off and shattered against the wall, along with the table lamp. I froze, then remembered the night. I held the limb where I could see it - a slender, strong leg, black from the - wrist? - down, ending in a solid hoof.&lt;br /&gt;
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I raised my head carefully, remembering the painful bump in the dark and looked at my - new - body. &amp;quot;Oh, Gods,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;!&amp;quot; I concentrated, and my new tail flipped into view - also black, as were my legs from the - ankle? - down. I couldn&#039;t really tell what color my body was - the colors were too washed out. &amp;quot;Now what do I do?&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I don&#039;t know anything about horses. Damn it, I&#039;m a city boy! I&#039;ve ridden a horse three times in my life! I have no idea of how to handle one, let alone be one!&amp;quot; A sudden thought, and I raised my head again to check - &amp;quot;Whew! At least I&#039;m a Stallion!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved my limbs, one by one - everything worked and I could feel them. &amp;quot;Okay, now how do I get up?&amp;quot; I twisted and rolled back onto my stomach, then tried to put my fore legs out, but I couldn&#039;t get a good footing on the shifting mattress to lift myself. I folded them back under, and tried to raise my rump and get my back feet under me. It took some work, but, as they were on carpet, succeeded. Now, I put one foreleg down and pushed, bringing the other down as I rose. The mattress wasn&#039;t giving good footing at all, so, carefully, one limb at a time, I stepped over the broken bed rails into the open space by the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I had to get out the door, then down the stairs. I could see myself in the bureau mirror. A white streak down my - face? - from just below the ears, to just above my dark nose, and a black mane. &amp;quot;For a horse, I didn&#039;t look bad at all&amp;quot;, I thought, moving my head to look at myself. Weird - one eye was still on the mirror, and the other on my body. &amp;quot;This is going to take some time to get used to...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I put out a fore hoof, then moved the rear leg on the opposite side, then repeated on the other side. It felt like the right way to walk. Slowly, I walked to the door. It took some work and exhaling deeply, but I got through the door into the hall. I headed for the stairs, listening to the house creak and groan around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, merde, this ain&#039;t going to be easy,&amp;quot; I thought, looking down the stair. Fifteen steps, I&#039;d counted them often enough, and I wasn&#039;t sure the banister was wide enough to let me by. I carefully put a hoof on the first step, and began putting my weight on it. It creaked, then gave with a sharp crack. I backed off quickly, then bent my head down to examine it. It had broken across. The steps obviously couldn&#039;t carry my weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay, let&#039;s try this...&amp;quot; I placed a hoof on the end next to the wall and slowly increased my weight. It groaned, but held. I didn&#039;t trust it though. I&#039;d helped my daddy build the upstairs addition on the house when my little brother was born; I knew how we&#039;d put it up. The stairs were anchored with heavy lag screws, plenty to hold two hundred plus pound humans, but I had no idea how well they&#039;d hold something as big as I now was. I drew back again and thought about it. I really didn&#039;t want to hurt myself, but this is the only way down. &amp;quot;Can I do it quickly enough to be down safely before it gives?&amp;quot; I thought I could turn and leap from landing at the bottom into the living room, but first I had to get there. If I went slowly, the whole thing might tear loose and give a long drop, and at my current weight, that could do real damage to me. If I leaped, aiming about half way down, it would certainly collapse, but maybe I could be quick enough to leap to the landing. Having helped pour the cement for the landing&#039;s base, I wasn&#039;t worried about it collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No choice,&amp;quot; I thought. &amp;quot;Just do it!&amp;quot; I turned to line up down the stairs, marked the points I wanted my fore hooves to hit, then crouched and gathered myself. I flung my body down the stairs, hitting the edges of the step I&#039;d aimed for, and felt the whole staircase shudder violently. My hind feet came under me and I leapt again, hitting the landing, pivoting, and launching myself into the living room The staircase tore loose with a shriek, then fell with a huge crash and a cloud of plaster dust. I overshot the open area I&#039;d aimed for, and landed on the big throw rug. I skidded, then hit the couch and the wall going sideways. The whole house shook, the wall cracked and gave, clouds of dust came down from the ceiling, the windows shattered and pictures rained down on me. I lay there on what was left of the couch, dazed, for a few minutes. Then I realized, &amp;quot;I did it! I&#039;m down!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I got up and checked myself for damage: A few small cuts from flying glass and the picture frames, but my legs were ok! I shook myself all over, the glass and dust came off in a cloud. I stretched, finding some sore areas that were going to be bruises, then headed for the front door. It had sprung ajar, (even with the locks set!) from all the havoc I&#039;d raised, and I nosed it open. The screen door was no problem, so I headed outside, glad to be free of the house. I stood in the morning sunlight and took a deep breath. &amp;quot;Now what?&amp;quot; I thought. I tried to speak, but all that came out were horse noises.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a siren in the distance, getting louder rapidly. I guessed one of the neighbors had heard all the noise and called for help. I walked back over to the door and waited. A cop car skidded to a halt, followed closely by a fire truck, and two officers piled out, took a look, and stopped dead. I nodded at them and slowly walked over.&lt;br /&gt;
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This got him a withering glare from the Sergeant, who asked, &amp;quot;Are you the home owner?&amp;quot; I nodded vigorously. &amp;quot;SCABS?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded again. &amp;quot;No ID, of course?&amp;quot; I flipped my head at the house, and started walking for the door. The cops and the fire fighters followed.  I pointed my head up, then over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hell of a mess. Looks like you did some serious damage in there.&amp;quot; he said, then called to the firefighters, &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to need a ladder- he collapsed the stairs getting down them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A ladder was set up, and the officer climbed up and headed for my bedroom. He reappeared with my pants, climbed down, and withdrew my wallet and my driver&#039;s license. He quickly recorded my personal info, then ordered the rookie back to the car to get a pouched strap from the trunk. He set it in place around my neck and laced it up. He took my possessions from the pants; car and house keys, wallet, money, crystals and cell phone, then turned the pockets out in front of me to show they were empty and placed it all in the attached pouches and laced them closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed in relief. Now I could prove who I was, and the collar signified my humanity. He filled out the cards with my name and info, then slid them into the clear pockets provided for them. I nodded deeply in thanks, and he said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m calling a vet to check you over before we release you, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, and they went back to the squad.&lt;br /&gt;
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The firefighters looked around, checking the house for safety, then retrieved their ladder. One of them came over and said, &amp;quot;You did a real job on that wall. It&#039;ll need to be rebuilt before the house is safe, and you also shifted the whole structure off its foundation at that end. I don&#039;t think someone as big as you can live there, so you might want to sell it as is. I haven&#039;t a clue what the insurance company is going to think. We can get the door closed and locked, so at least it&#039;ll be secure for a while. Can I get out the key?&amp;quot; I nodded, he got the keys and closed up the house, then replaced them in the pouch. He headed back to his truck, where the radio was crackling with another emergency. He waved to the cop, who waved back, and the truck roared away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw my neighbor, Mr. Wilkinson, coming over, and the older cop went to talk to him. I pointed an ear that way, and heard everything clear as a bell. Mr. Wilkinson heard a loud crash from the house, followed by an even louder one, and saw the window glass flying, so he called 911, and waited until the cops showed up in case it was a gas leak or such. The cop explained the situation, and Mr. Wilkinson walked on over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, is that really you?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Oh, man. The home owners association ain&#039;t gonna like this.&amp;quot; he muttered. I nodded, remembering the (expensive) fight I&#039;d had with them to put up my tower and triband beam. &amp;quot;You know that clause about large animals. They&#039;ll use it on you for sure, especially after the way you embarrassed them the last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The cop said, &amp;quot;But he&#039;s human! You know the court rulings, they can&#039;t do that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They continued talking to each other, ignoring me. I thought, &amp;quot;This lack of speech is even worse than no hands! There&#039;s got to be some way to communicate. My house, and all my possessions, what about them? And my personal papers? How can I get the insurance people...&amp;quot; I sank into my thoughts, worries and new difficulties blossoming at every turn. I was an &#039;&#039;animal&#039;&#039; now, one of Epona&#039;s children, a four hoofed, non-verbal &#039;&#039;beast&#039;&#039;, and everything that made a human life possible seemed to have been taken away. I began to feel the walls of restriction closing in and, with them, a feeling of desperation. I began to shiver as my future slowly closed itself off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so deeply into my problems that I paid no attention when another vehicle pulled up. I heard a conversation going on, but ignored it. Then, someone spoke to me, directly. I missed it the first time, but he kept trying and I finally noticed him. I came back to the world with a start. I shook my head and noticed  the man talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? Mr. Maxwell, we need to talk. Ah, &#039;&#039;there&#039;&#039; you are. I was beginning to worry. I&#039;ve lost a couple of people who got so deep in their troubles they just gave up before I could help them and became animals. They were fairly shallow personalities, though. From what your neighbor says, that&#039;s not you.&amp;quot; He was a younger looking  man, carefully standing away from me - &amp;quot;He must know about the behavior of startled horses,&amp;quot; I thought. I shook my head again, then looked directly at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, I&#039;m Doctor Shaun Malcolm, a vet and something of an expert on large animal SCABS. Now, from what the Officer said, you did some real damage to the house getting downstairs; let me look you over for any injuries, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, then stood still as he started his checks.&lt;br /&gt;
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He drew blood for testing - I was surprised at how little pain the needle stick gave - then he checked my legs and hooves, each in turn. He looked at my body, tisking at the cuts. &amp;quot;Got those getting down the stairs, right?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Well, that shows you&#039;ve courage and imagination, to do that. I had a lady patient who&#039;d Changed into a cow; her family eventually had to knock out the upstairs wall and rent a crane to get her down. Well. By now you&#039;re pretty thirsty, right?&amp;quot; I thought about it, realized he was right, and nodded. &amp;quot;Where&#039;s the outside tap? Go there and I&#039;ll get a bucket.&amp;quot; he said. He went over to his pickup. Meanwhile, I walked over to the tap on the back patio, and stood, waiting. He came back with a gallon pail, which he filled and set before me. &amp;quot;You&#039;ll find you can still suck.&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought back on all the old cowboy pictures I&#039;d seen, and realized he was right. I put my head down, and put my muzzle into the water - too far, I got it up my nose. I pulled my head up and snorted, spraying water, and he laughed. &amp;quot;I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve ever seen a SCAB do it right the first time. Don&#039;t worry, you&#039;ll very quickly get the knack. Just the lips, okay?&amp;quot; he said with a chuckle. I would have glared, but the smell of the water had made me very thirsty, so I tried again, more carefully this time. Oh, but that tasted &#039;&#039;good&#039;&#039;! I drank the pail dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, this body looks much younger than that in horse years. Lucky you, about five, I&#039;d say. Fully mature, but not much more. If anyone asks, tell them you&#039;re a &#039;blood&#039; bay in color, about sixteen hands high, and a &#039;warmblood,&#039; I think.&amp;quot; I had no idea what he was talking about, but I filed it away and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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After refilling the bucket, he went back to the truck while I drank. He came back with his veterinary kit, and a five gallon bucket full of something whose aroma was half food, half something else I didn&#039;t recognize. &amp;quot;By now, you&#039;re hungry.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I want you to eat all of this, it&#039;s a mix of horse chow and something else you&#039;ll need so you can digest it. I&#039;ve found that the Virus misses some things. While you&#039;re eating, I&#039;ll work on those cuts. Slowly, remember.&amp;quot; I dug in eagerly - it tasted even better than the water - but I remembered what he&#039;d said about being careful, and slowed down. Once the initial edge was off. I felt him working on the cuts, distantly, but I concentrated on eating. I began to realize that this was the true center of  equine existance: &#039;&#039;Food&#039;&#039;! I laughed and took a moment to slowly shake my head. So simple!&lt;br /&gt;
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I finished the bucket and stood, waiting, while he put it away. When he came back he said, &amp;quot;Is there anyone you&#039;d like to contact? Family? Friends?&amp;quot; I thought for a moment. My parents were long dead, my brother had died of the Flu. Oh, yes, Parsifal! He&#039;d need to know. I nodded at Dr. Malcolm, then nuzzled at my collar. &amp;quot;Cell phone?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got it out of the pouch and flipped it open. &amp;quot;What number?&amp;quot; he asked, and I tapped it out. He dialed, and I could hear the conversation clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sir, I&#039;m Dr. Malcolm, a local veterinarian. I have James Maxwell in my care, and he asked me to call you. He contracted SCABS overnight, and is now a horse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; Damn, it got Felix! How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; No, not Felix. James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh-sorry, sir. He&#039;s my best friend. We play in a reenactment group, and call each other by the names we play under. How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nickered, then whinnied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s him, sir. He took a little damage getting down the stairs from his bedroom, but he&#039;s fine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Great! Oh, sorry, name here&#039;s Scott Gilman. What are you going to do with him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The best thing would be to take him to my stable, until he&#039;s been shod, and is used to his new body.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can I visit?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started losing interest and returned to thinking on my troubles. I noticed, after a few minutes, that I was tapping out a rhythm with one hoof. Tap tap tap - tap tap tap tap - tap tap - thump. Nice beat. Oh, yeah, I remembered that piece, from an old American Gramophone Sampler album. It had started that way, then an airplane pass, then the music. I smiled to myself, remembering the laugh I&#039;d had when I suddenly realized what it was, and wondered if the record people ever knew. Then it struck me, like a hammer between the eyes, just what my subconscious was trying to tell me: &#039;&#039;I can talk&#039;&#039;!&lt;br /&gt;
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I let out a shrill whinny, and jumped in the air. I bucked and twisted, then reared. I was overjoyed! I could communicate! I stood and danced with joy. Dr. Malcolm jumped up against the house, out of my way and looked at me as if I&#039;d gone mad. Mr. Wilkinson and the cop came running over, the officer with his gun drawn. I turned to face them on dancing hooves, then settled down. &amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? What&#039;s wrong?&amp;quot; the vet asked. &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, hugely. then started in with a forehoof: tap tap tap - thump thump thump - tap tap tap. They looked at me, puzzled. I repeated it. &amp;quot;You&#039;re trying to indicate something?&amp;quot; Mr Wilkinson said. I looked at him and nodded; he was an old man, a World War Two vet, and more likely to recognize it than the younger men. I repeated, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, Mr.Wilkinson got it! &amp;quot;S O S--- that&#039;s the old S O S!&amp;quot; I nodded, danced for a moment, then tapped out my call sign, and looked up at my ham antenna.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He&#039;s sending Morse code!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson cried, &amp;quot;He&#039;s found a way to talk!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He may have, but I don&#039;t know Morse, and I&#039;ll bet few people do anymore.&amp;quot; said the cop, holstering his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked/danced over to my car, and nosed the license plate. &amp;quot;He told me he had a local radio in there, something about two meters. I&#039;ll bet we can scare up a local ham who knows code on that!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson said. I nodded again, joyfully. Dr. Malcolm slapped me on the back and said, &amp;quot;I knew you were a smart man. Congratulations! I suppose you want someone to get on that radio and call for help?&amp;quot; I nodded, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll handle that,&amp;quot; said the cop.&amp;quot;I&#039;m used to talking on the radio, and I can declare an emergency to make it legal.&amp;quot; Then he asked me, &amp;quot;Can I get out the keys?&amp;quot; Nod. He opened the car door and climbed in. &amp;quot;This it?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at the radio with its hanging mike. Nod. &amp;quot;Lets see...okay, power on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The radio came to life; two of my friends were chatting. I danced. The cop picked up the mike, and at the first lull in the conversation, closed the transmit key and said, &amp;quot;This is Officer Murray of the Grandview Police Department. I have an emergency and need someone who can read Morse code. Can anybody help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was silence for a moment, then, &amp;quot;This is WA0SJH, Officer, name is Martin. What can I do for you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got a SCABS patient here, name of James Maxwell. He&#039;s a horse, now. He&#039;s indicated he can communicate with Morse code, which no one here knows. I need someone to translate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A SCAB? Hoo-boy. What&#039;s his call sign, Officer? That&#039;s how we know each other.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Murray gave me an uncertain look, &amp;quot;Ah...I&#039;m not sure...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re using his car radio, right?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;It&#039;d probably be on his license plate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Malcolm read it off the plate, and the cop sent it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;WD0FGW? Old James?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;Wow! Some people said he was a horse&#039;s ass, but not the whole animal!&amp;quot; came back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can you translate what he sends, please?&amp;quot; asked the officer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; Martin replied. The cop looked at me, closed the key, and said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;WA0SJH de WD0FGW hw cpy? k&amp;gt; and nodded at the cop. Martin repeated it back, and said, &amp;quot;Weird sound. He&#039;s using his hoof, right? Clean copy though.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, he&#039;s tapping on the driveway. He wants to send more,&amp;quot; he said, and held the mike for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I clattered out &amp;lt;Hlo Martin hrses ass hi hi bk remembr that code reader I sold u? think u culd rig it fr me?k&amp;gt; and nodded to the cop.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure James, I remember that box. Ran off the audio line from the rig. I don&#039;t see why we can&#039;t fake up a battery pack for power, and a mike for copy from your hoof. This is weird, though, talking with a horse! Betty ain&#039;t going to believe me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and the cop closed the key. &amp;lt;Great, Martin, es tnx. Ask the cop for where thr tkng me bk tnx agn and cu real sn I hpe 73 es 88 WA0SJH de WDOFGW sk&amp;gt; and nodded. Martin translated, the cop gave my friend the address as Dr. Malcolm supplied it, and I felt very happy. The cop thanked Martin for his help and shut down the rig, then climbed out, locked the car and put the keys back in the pouch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Malcolm walked with me over to the horse trailer, and I paused at the ramp. Walking up it, I discovered, was harder than it had any right to be. It wasn&#039;t just a simple slab of plywood; it was a milestone, a one way gate that marked the end of my previous life, and the start of a very different one.I took one last, lingering look at my home and all it had meant... turned, and climbed aboard the trailer. Dr. Malcolm closed the tailgate, then climbed into the truck and started it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride to Doc Malcolm&#039;s home and large animal hospital only took twenty minutes - but I was overjoyed to get out of that trailer! I had only been a horse for a few hours, thanks (?) to the Martian Flu, and I was not yet used to the way I had to balance on four feet, let alone in a trailer. Every bump, stop, and start caused me to bang around inside that tin box, so when Doc Malcolm lowered the tailgate, I all but leaped out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Easy, James, easy!&amp;quot; he laughed, then apologized, &amp;quot;Sorry, I should have warned you about the way a trailer rides. Rough, was it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded deeply, then looked around at my new home. A nice house, a good sized barn, and several other buildings made up the near part of the area, and I could see several large fields behind them. I could smell several other horses, some cattle and other animals whose scents I didn&#039;t yet recognize. Several large dogs came running over, and he stopped to wrestle with and pet them before he brought them over to introduce them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, these are my friends Ajax, Achilles, and Patrocleus. My wife has a cat we&#039;ve named Homer, since he can sing all night! And they&#039;re not Changed, just plain dogs. At the moment, you&#039;re the only Changed here. Boys, this is James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and sniffed at them, and they did the same with me. Their individual scents were amazingly clear, and my memory took them in and saved them, as I once would have the face of another human. They raced off, barking, and I turned my head to Doc Malcolm and cocked my head, to indicate &#039;What next?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come on, and I&#039;ll show you where you&#039;ll be staying in the barn, and introduce you to my staff and my wife. You&#039;ll need careful watching while you get used to your new body. I&#039;ll be available at all times, and I&#039;ll put an alarm switch in your stall so you can call me at need. If I&#039;m called away, one of the staff will answer. This isn&#039;t going to be easy for you, I&#039;ve worked with enough other radically Changed to know that, but we&#039;ll be there to help as best we can. You&#039;ll also need shoes, to save your hooves from wear, and some injections for equine specific diseases, but that can wait a few days. If you&#039;ll step this way?&amp;quot; he said, and we walked off to look over the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last month had been...interesting. Going from a human, with hands, speech, and a future, to suddenly being a horse was incredibly difficult. Just learning how my new body worked was - strange. Getting used to the wide angle and poor resolution of my new eyes was only one of the many changes. I found, to my intense relief, that I could still read, but only on a special enlarging screen Dr. Malcolm had installed in the SCABS quarters. I spent a fair amount of time the first few days reading up on equine behavior, anatomy, nomenclature, and illnesses, gaining a fuller understanding of my new self in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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The suddenly massively enhanced senses of smell and hearing, the way my body now felt, having a tail, being able to shudder my skin...all of them took time to get used to. To say nothing of getting the reactions and normal body functions under control; that alone took weeks. The first time I dropped and took a leak was a total surprise. Getting that and elimination under my control was a job, like toilet training all over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing I discovered, while standing under a tree in the pasture and thinking over my problems, was that there was a secondary - mind? - in here with me. I had drifted into deep thought, and was suddenly startled to find that I was grazing! I held my self...aside...and watched for a bit. It turned out that there were a set of what I guess could be called subroutines, instincts and reactions built into the body, that amounted to a horse mind that took over when I was distracted. It instantly surrendered control when I became aware again, but it was strange, and again, took time to get used too.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having steel shoes nailed to my hooves (an odd feeling in itself) I had to relearn to walk. Then, I had to learn to trot, to canter, and finally, to gallop; that alone had taken most of the month. But, I was determined to be what I now was to the fullest extent, and I had nothing but time to work at it. The worst problem was the difference in sleep patterns. As a human, I needed at least six to eight hours of solid, unbroken sleep. But, I found a horse doesn&#039;t sleep that way. A horse takes short sleep breaks of a couple of hours, during which the senses are much more active than in a human. The first time I suddenly woke, startled by a noise, was very frightening. Dr. Malcolm had been nearby, at his desk in the barn doing paperwork on me, and was able to quickly calm me down and explain what had happened. I learned, and, gradually, I was getting used to my new self. If I missed any one thing, though, it was being able to talk. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James? Hey, James, you in here? The Doc said you were,&amp;quot; someone called from the barn door.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day was warm, and I was dozing in my special box in the barn. Hearing my name being called woke me; I walked over to the open stall door and put my head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn! Is that you, James?&amp;quot; It was Martin, my Ham Radio friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, as he came over, went to where I&#039;d put a piece of board on the floor, and started tapping. The dot/dash (or in my case, tap/thump) rhythms of Morse code came rippling forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;hi, Martin, don&#039;t u recognize my long face?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I sure don&#039;t!&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;Oh, man, that Martian bug got you but good, didn&#039;t it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, &amp;lt;Boy, did it ever! Thanks for coming! I&#039;m so glad to have someone to talk to who understands code! I&#039;ve been trying to teach it to the Doc, but he&#039;s slower than molasses on Pluto! Did you bring the gear? The other horses don&#039;t really have anything to say and I&#039;m desperate to talk to people again!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can talk to the horses?&amp;quot; said Martin, startled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped &amp;lt;Sure can, but they are real horses and they don&#039;t have much to say. If the Doc hadn&#039;t rigged an old TV and stereo in here for me, I&#039;d probably go nuts from boredom.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I think I know what you mean.&amp;quot; he commiserated, &amp;quot;It&#039;s like being on a really strict job, one where you can&#039;t even use a headphone radio, let alone chat with your neighbor.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;that&#039;s closer than you&#039;d believe!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin took a deep breath, then said, &amp;quot;James, about that code reader box. I contacted the engineer who originally designed the reader you sold me. I explained your problem, and he very sympathetic. He has a cousin who has SCABS too, and he had some ideas that he wanted to work on for you. You wouldn&#039;t know, but I never used that box. I found a code reader program on the web. I ran a lead from the speaker output of the rig to the input of the audio card in my PC, and that worked even better. The engineer and I have been working on something along that line. So, what I need now is a sample of you tapping out code, so we can figure out how to make the gadget interpret what its hearing. I brought my old cassette recorder, and if you&#039;ll provide the sample, we should be able to have a ...&#039;talking box&#039; for you in a week or so. OK?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded again, disappointed, but intrigued by what he had planned. &amp;lt;OK,&amp;gt; I said, &amp;lt;turn on your recorder, and I&#039;ll tap and thump all you want!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Things must have gone better than he&#039;d hoped, because Martin and someone else showed up again in three days. I was grazing out in the pasture when I saw Martin&#039;s car pull up to the Doc&#039;s office. I trotted down to the fence and watched as they got out. Martin saw me and waved. I whinny&#039;d back, then he walked into the office to speak with Dr. Malcolm. I carefully opened the gate, walked through, then closed and latched it to keep the real horses from getting out. (I did that regularly; it spooked the hell out of a new employee who didn&#039;t know about me yet!) I walked over to the office and stood, waiting to find out what was up&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm, Martin and the other man came out of the office and walked up to me. Martin said, &amp;quot;James, this is Mr. Shaynes, the engineer I talked to about your problem. We have something to try out. He wanted to meet you, and see if there are any problems with the gadget.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my gaze to Mr. Shaynes, nodded at him as a greeting. I reached back and pulled the piece of wood I used as a sounder from the ID collar and set it on the ground, then tapped out, &amp;lt;Hello, Mister Shaynes. I&#039;m James Maxwell, and Martin has told me of your help with this. My deepest thanks for your kind aid.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a Ham too, James, and I read code. I&#039;d offer to shake hands, but we&#039;d probably have a problem there. I hope the device we&#039;ve built will work for you. I&#039;m very interested in seeing it translating, so why don&#039;t we get it set up and let you try it out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin had walked over to the car; now, he brought out a case and a small folding table. He brought them over, set up the table, put the case on it, then opened it with a flourish. In the case was what looked like a laptop computer, minus the keyboard and mouse pad, with a cable hanging from it, leading to a battery pack with a large bat handle switch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is what we&#039;ve come up with, James,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You turn on the power with the switch, and input code through a wireless mike we&#039;ll attach to your hoof. The receiver puts out audio, into the computer, which should display it on the screen. We tested it with the recording you made, but now we need to have you do it live. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then lifted a hoof and held it out. They rubber banded the mike in place, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turn it on, James. We need to make this a complete test,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I carefully felt for the switch. I can&#039;t see my nose but the whiskers around my lips told me where the switch was, and I flipped it on. The unit came to life with a muted whine, so high pitched I didn&#039;t think the humans heard it. The LCD panel lit up, along with the power light. I gave it a moment, then started tapping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the quick red horse ran over the bright green grass in the summer sunshine - is that enough?&amp;gt; I sent, then looked at the screen. I couldn&#039;t read it, the print was too small, but there was something on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It works, it works!&amp;quot; Martin cried, &amp;quot;All right, we did it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you did,&amp;quot; said Dr. Malcolm. &amp;quot;My congratulations to you all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Shaynes smiled, then said, &amp;quot;I&#039;ve got another idea or two for it, but I can work on them after we get this version cased and ready for you to wear, James. I know how eager you must be to be able to talk again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;You got that right, Mr. Shaynes! That&#039;s about the worst part about this!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They removed the mike from my hoof, packed the equipment and table, then got back in the car and drove off. I sighed. Doc Malcolm patted my shoulder, then said, &amp;quot;Now you have something to look forward to. Congratulations on having such loyal friends!&amp;quot; I nodded, then turned and walked back to the pasture, my spirits high.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were back the next day. I was in my box in the stable, dozing, when I heard the car approaching, being chased by the dogs. I put my head out, and watched as they pulled up at the office. Doc Malcolm came out and spoke with them, then they got the equipment out of the car and walked over to the stable. I stepped out into the aisle and waited impatiently, nervously shifting my weight from hoof to hoof, as they came in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here it is, James!&amp;quot; Martin called, and I saw that they had enclosed it in a clear plastic box to weatherproof it. &amp;quot;The batteries are a standard laptop type, and we brought a spare to charge while the first is in use. You&#039;ll have to have someone change it for you, but it should last a long time, since it doesn&#039;t have a lot of the load a real laptop would have. The code program is burned on a prom, so we did away with the hard drive, and the audio card is built in, and without an output for the moment. The display will be the main draw, and we set the back light so it only turns up brightly in the dark, which will drop the power need even more. Depending on how much you have to say, you can probably get several days of use out of one battery.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, understanding what they had done. Far more clever than I had thought of myself, I&#039;d only thought to try something with the reader box. But, they&#039;d gone far beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lets get it installed - we got measurements on a collar like yours and we can attach it to that, with the battery serving as a counterweight on the other side,&amp;quot; Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He and Mr. Shaynes got busy, and shortly thereafter, they had it securely mounted. It wasn&#039;t very heavy at all; a little awkward, but I could get used to that. I wondered how it would take the shaking of trotting and galloping, but, when I asked, they had thought about it and had put in flexible shock mounts -  they should take it in stride, they laughed. I snorted at their amusement, then gave them the horse laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, I did some thinking about that mike,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;My original thought of simply gluing to your hoof has problems. Hooves grow, like finger nails, and have to be trimmed. So after a while, the mike would have to be broken loose and repositioned, with a good chance of damage. So, what I&#039;ve decided to try is a sleeve wrapped around your lower foreleg. It should pick up the tapping all right, yet be in a safe place. So, we need to wrap it on. We&#039;ll give you a few days to work with the system, then we&#039;ll be back to see how it works, field any complaints, and finish the unit for you. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, again, held out my hoof. They wrapped the mike on, then closed the Velcro straps that held it in place. I put my hoof back down, then said, via the box, &amp;lt;Thank you, Martin, and you, Mr. Shaynes. You can&#039;t believe how much this means to me. Again, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin shuffled his feet, then said, &amp;quot;James, you must know that this has cost a fair bit of money and time. I took several days off at the firm - if I hadn&#039;t been a senior partner, there might have been things said, and I provided the funds. Not a problem for me, being a lawyer has some advantages! But Mr. Shaynes has worked evenings and weekends to get this done, and normally his time isn&#039;t cheap. What I&#039;m saying is we want some recompense. We want your permission to publish a couple of articles, one in QST, and in a couple of technical magazines, in Mr. Shaynes case. We want some pictures of you using the talking box, to illustrate the articles. Is that all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted in astonishment. They would ask so little, after giving me such a gift? I closed my eyes, wishing that I could still cry. I prayed to Epona and the Gods to thank these wonderful people with a blessing. I felt so humbled, of course I&#039;d do as they asked! I opened my eyes, looked at them, and sent, &amp;lt;Of course you have my permission! And, Doc, I know you&#039;ve mentioned an article in the SCABS medical journals about the talking box, please do it. My friends, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Again, my most humble thanks.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned, and pulled a small digital camera from his pocket. &amp;quot;I hoped you&#039;d feel that way, and came prepared!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had taken a number of pictures of me using the box both in the barn and in the pasture, they prepared to leave. I walked over to the car with them, then Mr. Shaynes stopped, seeming to remember something. He said, &amp;quot;James, do you have any recordings of you talking? I know it&#039;s unusual, but I thought I&#039;d ask.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him in astonishment. &amp;lt; Why, yes, I do, at my home. I used to volunteer to read stories and books aloud for the Talking Books for the Blind Project, and kept copies for myself. They&#039;re on tapes in my den. Why do you ask? &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got an idea. I won&#039;t go further, as it may not work, but I need them.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Can I get your house keys?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Of course, &amp;gt; I replied, and nosed at the pouch they were in. He got them out, and I said, &amp;lt; The tapes are in a black case on one of the bookshelves - the only black one. &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll copy them to CD and put them back,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll return the keys when we come to check the performance of the box, next week. See you then!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got in the car, and they drove off. I watched them leave, puzzled, then turned to Doc Malcolm and said, &amp;lt; I wonder what that was about? &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed with delight. &amp;quot;I can&#039;t even guess, but having you just ask that question like that, to talk again - I&#039;m almost overwhelmed!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized what I&#039;d just done - to simply talk again! I shook my head, then gave a snicker. &amp;lt; Doc, you may regret this - you may have trouble shutting me up! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I eagerly waited for my friends return at the end of the week, but Doc came to the pasture and told me they&#039;d called and said they&#039;d be delayed, but would be there in a couple of days. I was disappointed, and asked Doc if they&#039;d said why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;just that something wouldn&#039;t be finished till then. And, before you ask, they didn&#039;t say what.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grumbled to myself, but thanked Doc for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;For that matter, I&#039;ve been getting some paperwork involving you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;When they get here, I&#039;ll bring it out and we can discuss it. Your lawyer buddy may get some work out of this after all. Later, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and went back to dozing, standing under my favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, I knew the sound of Martin&#039;s Cadillac, and when I heard it down on the road, I raced over to the gate, and was standing by the house when they pulled up. Doc had seen me coming, realized what that meant, and was passing through the back door. I was dancing with anticipation, and I pulled out the (by now heavily dented and scarred) piece of oak board and set it down. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Hello, and welcome, my friends! &amp;gt; I said. &amp;lt; I can report the talking box really works well, and has stood up to almost constant usage! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc laughed, and said, &amp;quot;He means it too! He&#039;s been talking with everybody here, and then someone fed him a carrot. He&#039;s pestered my poor wife almost to distraction, and she finally told him if he put his head in her kitchen again, she&#039;d crown him with a frying pan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That got a laugh from everyone. I drooped my ears to the sides and lowered my head, then said, mournfully, &amp;lt; I apologized for that, and I&#039;ve hardly asked her at all since... &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, but what you&#039;ve done to my poor orchard!&amp;quot; the Doc said. &amp;quot;He almost stripped the lower limbs of a couple of apple trees! He&#039;s been a different horse since you left that box on him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That provoked even more laughing, but then Mr. Shaynes said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry, James, but we&#039;ll have to remove it for a little while. We&#039;ve come up with a modification for it, and I think it will please you. Oh, and here are your keys back. I had some trouble getting permission to get in, the government&#039;s gotten involved for some reason, and were taking an inventory for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc&#039;s face tightened, and he said, &amp;quot;I know something about that, and I&#039;ll discuss it with you when you get done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him. He was upset about whatever it was. I began to feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, we still need to work on the box,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;If you&#039;ll stand still, James, this shouldn&#039;t take long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They cut the ties that held the box and battery in place. Martin set up the folding table and put the box on it. Mr. Shaynes got a small box of tools out of the car and the Doc brought out a chair so he could sit and work. He started by unsealing the case, then removed the unit and set it upside down on the table. He unscrewed the back, and opened up the lower section. I moved to watch over his shoulder. He looked up and asked me to move as I was blocking the light. I stepped over to the side, but continued to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, but this brings back memories,&amp;quot; I thought to myself. I had done this kind of work for decades. &amp;quot;Never again, though,&amp;quot; I sighed, looking at my hooves and lamenting the loss of my hands. I couldn&#039;t really see what he was doing now, and thought about cadging a carrot. They tasted really good now...but, one knot on the head was plenty!&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted away from my friends for a drink out of the water trough, then came back. The box was making noises now, as Mr. Shaynes made a test. I saw a couple of empty chip carriers on the table, and saw that he&#039;d installed another switch, this one in the plastic case. My curiosity was growing fast, as I tried to figure out what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, he turned around and looked at me. &amp;quot;James, I need you to say something for me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now we&#039;ll see how well my idea works.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Obligingly, I tapped out &amp;lt;something - will this do, or do you want more?&amp;gt; After a moment, I heard a thing I had never thought to hear again - my voice, saying &amp;quot;something - will this do...&amp;quot; I froze. It couldn&#039;t be! But, it was! I stared at him, in shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, that&#039;s your voice you&#039;re hearing.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;That&#039;s why we needed the voice tapes, and that we were late coming. I set up a way for the computer to translate your tapping into a word algorithm, then the machine looks up the word from a couple of proms with words in your voice on them, and sends it to the audio card and the speaker. It took a while to get it to work right, and even now it isn&#039;t quick on lookups. But the processor doesn&#039;t have much else to do, so it&#039;s slow only in machine terms. We&#039;ve given you back your voice, James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood, silent, with my mouth open. Then with a great whinny of joy, I whirled about and tore off across the yard at a full gallop. I slid to a halt, then gave a leap into the air, followed by a demonstration of jumping, twisting and bucking, out of sheer joy! I screamed with happiness, startling the other horses. The dogs joined in, barking, jumping, and chasing as I ran and jumped up and down the yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin, Mr. Shaynes and Doc Malcolm watched, laughing at my antics, then Mr. Shaynes returned to putting the machine back together, and the Doc walked into the house. I finally slowed to a halt, then went and got another drink. I walked slowly over to the table and stood, waiting for them to reattach the - now, literally - talking box. Mr. Shaynes resealed the plastic case, then he and Martin got it replaced on my harness.I reached back and flipped the power switch, and it whined to life.,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sirs,&amp;quot; I &#039;&#039;said&#039;&#039;. &amp;quot;I, I can&#039;t thank you enough. Just the screen for communication was great, but, this, this is a gift from beyond all hope. Thank you, thank, you, thank you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pressed my head against Mr. Shaynes chest, gently - as close to a hug as I could give these days. When I stepped back, he rubbed my muzzle affectionately, then said, &amp;quot;Its been a fun experiment, and I think it may even be patentable. Martin thinks so. I&#039;ll ask the company lawyer about that when I get back to work. James, my friend, its been a pleasure working with you. If you have any problems with the box, both Martin and Doc Malcolm have my number. Oh, the switch on the front of the case changes it from audio and screen to just screen, so you can give people a rest! Thank you, for having the imagination and courage to think of the code reader box and starting this rolling.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just then Doc and his wife came out of the house. He had a bundle of papers in his hand, but much more important, she had a bunch of carrots! I went over, dropped my head, and drooped my ears. Then, tapping, I said, &amp;quot;Mrs. Malcolm, may I please have a carrot?&amp;quot; She laughed, then held one out for me. I lipped at it, and gently took it from her hand into my mouth. Then, crunching with gusto, I said, &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; She giggled, then held out another. I took it blissfully, and again thanked her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The men laughed at us, then Doc said, &amp;quot;We need to talk about this paperwork. Lucie, I&#039;ll take those carrots and keep him happy for you. OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; she replied, then turned to me, shook her finger and said, &amp;quot;But no more begging at my window!&amp;quot; I hung my head and said, &amp;quot;Yes, Ma&#039;am! One knot is plenty!&amp;quot; She giggled again, then went back inside. We all watched her go, a pretty, pleasant lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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Doc cleared his throat, to get our attention. &amp;quot;James, I hate to spoil such a happy day, but, I&#039;ve received some papers from the Department of Health and Human Services. They&#039;ve been paying for your stay here, but they&#039;re coming for you in a week. You&#039;re to be transferred to the &#039;ranch&#039; they have set up for large animal SCABS. And to pay for it, they&#039;ve filed in court to seize your property to pay for your &#039;treatment&#039;. Your house, car, and all belongings are to be sold, and your savings are confiscated too. Gentlemen, do you have any ideas?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted into an uneasy sleep. The Department of Health and Human Services truck was supposed to come for me later today, and I was deeply afraid of what that meant. To be taken to one of their &#039;ranches&#039;, where they kept the heavily changed large animal SCABS. I had heard of the Colonies they kept the smaller Changed in, and if this was going to be like them...I was scared. But, it seemed that something was - encouraging - this nap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I became aware of my surroundings - I had been here once before. But, this time, instead of standing on two feet, I now stood on four. The bright colors were greyed out, but the smells, ah! I drew a deep breath, and sighed; now I knew this was an equine paradise! I heard a nicker of amusement behind me, turned, and there She was - Epona, the ancient horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears in respect - I couldn&#039;t easily go to my knees now. She laughed again, then said, gently, &amp;quot;Welcome, my adopted child. Will you exchange breath with me, as one horse with another?&amp;quot; I raised my head and did as She had asked. With each breath of Hers, I felt...enlarged...as if my spirit was growing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My child, I have a task I would set you, if you will accept it,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;I wish you to be one of my priests, to aid those around you where you are going. Will you do this for Me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady of Horses, you know that, human, I was Priest to the Lady and the Lord. Now, in this form, of course I will serve You,&amp;quot; I said, humbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; She replied, then said, &amp;quot;What is coming will not be easy, but I will help as I can. The wheel of the world turns strangely these days, and Humans haven&#039;t begun to grasp the great changes they have set in motion. They still don&#039;t see, that while you wear a different &#039;&#039;form&#039;&#039;, your &#039;&#039;soul&#039;&#039; is still human, as are the souls of your brothers and sisters. Work with them, and give them such comfort as you can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would do so anyway, Lady, but your aid will be a comfort,&amp;quot; I said. Then, daring fate, I asked, &amp;quot;What of me, Lady?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are my child now, and that will remain so,&amp;quot; She said. I sighed, knowing this to be truth. &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; She continued, &amp;quot;I council this - look for the one of many shapes, but one soul. He will help you. Now, come, run with me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and raced away. I followed, glorying in the power and speed of the form I now wore. We ran across Her land...&lt;br /&gt;
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What woke me was Doctor Malcolm, the vet who had been caring for my during my emotional transition from Man to Horse. He was standing at the gate calling to me to come for a final conference before the transporters arrival time. I shook my head to clear the last of sleep from it, then whinnied at him. He had the gate open when I reached it. I trotted through, then he closed and latched it. I waited for him and, together, we walked back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Martin was waiting there, along with Mr. Anson from the ACLU and Mr. Fennix, the fox morph from the local SCABS organization. I carefully pulled out the (by now, heavily battered) piece of oak board I used as a sounder, and set it on the ground. Then, I reached back and flipped the switch to turn on the Talking Box. I started the thump/tap of Morse code, and the box said, &amp;quot;A good day to you, gentlemen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They all grinned at that, having heard me talking many times over the past week. A chorus of &#039;good days&#039; came back. I turned my gaze to Mr. Anson and asked, &amp;quot;How are things going, sir. Have you been able to stop my deportation?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I warned you, no, we haven&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;HHS has a great deal of experience in these matters, and they always set a short pick up time to forestall anyone stopping them. But, we have been able to file in Federal Court to stop them from seizing your property without a court hearing, and we will fight them on your behalf as we have for many other SCABS. But, removing you from the area is one of their strategies to keep you from testifying in your own behalf. We know where you&#039;re going, though, and we can get a writ to allow you to appear in court, if someone can transport you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fennix said, &amp;quot;Our information is that you&#039;ll be going to the &#039;Ranch&#039; out near Dodge City. Reports say it&#039;s not a bad place, but there are some sort of problems. The Humans are all right for the most part, the trouble is, somehow, with the herd. Some of the Humans are with us, most are just the kind of cowboy you&#039;d expect to find out there. Our people will introduce themselves with &amp;quot;hello, my friend&amp;quot; - they see the people there, where the cowboys only see livestock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at that, stung, then sighed and said, &amp;quot;Now, livestock is all I am. But, &#039;&#039;smart&#039;&#039; livestock!&amp;quot; The group laughed. I continued, &amp;quot;While I&#039;m thinking on it, will I be allowed to have visitors?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said Mr. Fennix. &amp;quot;They can&#039;t prevent your friends from coming to see you. But that&#039;s at least part of the reason for the long move, to cut down on such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. Doc, can I have you call someone for me this evening? He should be home then,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Or at least leave a message. He&#039;s a somewhat dreamy individual, a really creative person, so if he doesn&#039;t call back, please keep trying. Tell him I need him, and where I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A faint sound down the road caught my attention. I raised my head and swiveled my ears to listen - a truck, and a big one. &amp;quot;I hear them coming,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;They&#039;ll be here in a few minutes. Gentlemen, is there anything else we need to discuss?&amp;quot; They all shook their heads. &amp;quot;Very well then, please keep me informed as best you can. And thank you, one and all. Doc, Martin, lets get this gear off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head with great reluctance. According to the rules HHS had sent, I would only be allowed to have a halter and nothing more, when they picked me up. I deeply hated to loose my only recently gained speech, but the HHS people would destroy the Talking Box or throw it away. So, better to leave it here. An unrevealed secret is always best. Doc unfastened the band behind my forelegs that held the ID strap and the equipment from sliding forward, then he and Martin slid the whole assembly over my head and carried it inside. When they came back, I lifted my hoof and they removed the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, then slowly shook my head as Doc came out with the special halter he&#039;d had made with my name on it, and the currying brushes to comb out the matted down fur where the band had been. I stood and enjoyed the grooming - another good point about equineness, how good a brushing felt! Then he held out the halter. I looked at it and grumbled - I&#039;d never worn one before. I felt it demeaned me to being &#039;just an animal&#039;. But, it was necessary. I placed my head into the loops of leather, and Doc fastened the buckles behind my ears, leaving it loose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck had turned in and was coming up the drive. When it reached the yard, the driver swung it in a circle, then shut off the engine and climbed out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Doctor Malcolm! This him?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, this is James Maxwell, the SCABS patient,&amp;quot; Doc replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Let&#039;s get the paperwork done, and I can get back on the road. Only one other this time, and him already picked up, so it&#039;ll be a reasonably quick trip.&amp;quot; He reached back into the truck cab and got out a sheaf of forms, then he and the Doc headed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smelled another horse in the truck, and walked over. The other passenger put his head out the window, and we looked at each other. He was obviously a big breed, taller and heaver than I. I reached my nose up, and we exchanged breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;coming for a ride with me, are you?&amp;quot; in the subtle, quiet language we horses use among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not of my own will,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Damn HHS wants my money, so they take me. Nothing I can do, beyond what I have done -  get a lawyer and fight it! But, they can still transport me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know, same here, except I&#039;m too broke for the lawyer, with the penalties for damage to my rooms when I Changed, and for damages incurred getting me out of them and down to the ground. Oh, Lordy, was the landlord pissed!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry, I should introduce myself. I&#039;m James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just call me Wideload. I stopped being Human when I Changed, so I use that for a moniker among us,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, my equine brother!&amp;quot; I nickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And the same to you, horse bro&#039;,&amp;quot; he laughed back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, will you please come here?&amp;quot; called Doc Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Later,&amp;quot; I said to Wideload, then turned and walked back to the porch stairs where the driver and my friends were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, this is Jerry Moorcroft, the driver for your trip, and an old acquaintance of mine,&amp;quot; Doc said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s picked up and delivered a number of the deeply Changed SCABS who have come through here during their recovery phase. He&#039;s a good and careful driver, and will get you to the Dodge City ranch in good health. Jerry, this is James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; he said, and held out his hand for me to sniff. Introductions over, he said, &amp;quot;At least you came out of this a nice looking horse. I will warn you, though, some of the cowboys like to play with the &#039;livestock&#039;, so be ready to be ridden. I&#039;ve complained to the Director about this, but he&#039;s a cowboy type too, and sees no harm in &#039;exercising the patients&#039;. He&#039;s really waiting for your new friend, though. Now he has two heavy horses, and has a big wagon for them to pull.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lifted my hoof, to rattle back an answer, but let it hang, not knowing if I should reply and point out my ability to use code.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and talk,&amp;quot; Doc said, noticing my hanging hoof. &amp;quot;I told Jerry about your use of code. He doesn&#039;t know Morse, and doesn&#039;t think anyone else down there does either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;All right then,&amp;gt; I rattled off. &amp;lt;But the cowboy that puts a spur in me is gonna learn to fly!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry gave a startled laugh. &amp;quot;He really said that?&amp;quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, he did,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve known James for almost thirty years, until he Changed, and he is an expert Morse operator.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, um, err.... I&#039;m sorry, James,&amp;quot; Jerry apologized. &amp;quot;I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you&#039;re a &#039;&#039;man&#039;&#039; who has SCABS, but I see a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, and to have one talk to me is...strange! Hmm, an idea,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;I wonder if I could find a Morse operator in Dodge City?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started tapping and Martin started talking at the same time. We both stopped, then I nodded to Martin to go on, as he could simply say it. &amp;quot;There are several ways to,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;there should be a Ham Radio club down there, and you can contact them, or you can contact the American Radio Relay League and they can direct you, or as a last measure, drive through town and look for a large beam antenna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good!&amp;quot; Jerry said. &amp;quot;That will give a line of communication if it&#039;s needed. Well! James, come on and lets get you loaded. It&#039;s a six hour run from here, and I want to get there while it&#039;s still light out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;A moment, please - why don&#039;t you get the ramp down while I make my farewells?&amp;gt; I tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Good idea, come over when your ready. Oh, yeah, this IS a six hour trip, you might want to take a dump now. I&#039;ll let Mike out so he can join you, you&#039;ll ride better that way, although I&#039;ll make another relief stop later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him quizzically and tapped out &amp;lt;Who&#039;s Mike?&amp;gt; Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Mike Allen, the other SCABS horse. You met him while we got the paperwork done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Ah!&amp;gt; I sent, &amp;lt;He told me his name now is Wideload.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry gulped at that but said, &amp;quot;If that&#039;s what he wants to be called, so be it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He went over to the trailer and said, &amp;quot;Wideload, I&#039;m going to let you off for a bathroom break, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The horse&#039;s ears went straight up. He stared  at me, shocked, then back at Jerry. After a moment, he slowly nodded, then gave him the horselaugh. Jerry dropped the ramp, and Wideload walked carefully back out. He was even bigger than I&#039;d thought, a Clyde/Shire mix, and beautiful in his conformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over and said, &amp;quot;Well, you did want to be called Wideload, didn&#039;t you? Come on, the area I use is over here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I didn&#039;t know you could talk to humans!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In a roundabout way, through Morse code. I&#039;ve been using it for thirty years, and realized I could use it now, as well,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I can try to teach it to you, but I also know an easier code, that&#039;s quicker to learn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We finished quickly, then Wideload headed for the trailer, and I for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Thank you, one and all.&amp;gt; I tapped out. &amp;lt;Doc, for your kind help getting me through this. Martin, for helping with the Box and for translating.  Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, for your help and  the hope it brings for the future. From my heart, I thank you.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I turned and headed for the trailer, my new friend, and a long ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>The Shaman&#039;s Tale</title>
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The Shaman&#039;s Tale&lt;br /&gt;
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We trotted together, my Herd Stallion Spinning Wind and I, beneath the evening stars. The last edge of the sunset glowed still on the horizon, and the drawn bow of a new moon hung low in the western sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks for inviting me to go with you on this sweep,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve been so busy with my duties to the herd and my Shamanic work I&#039;d almost forgotten how peaceful it can be out here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No problem my friend, I am glad of the company,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. &amp;quot;There is little trouble out here on the plains, but I must do these sweeps to be sure, and four eyes and the skills of a Shaman make the work easier.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My Apprentice needs the time with the entire load on his hooves anyway, as a graduation test. He&#039;s done very well, and I&#039;m as proud of him as if he were my own foal,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;The herd has grown so much since you became Herd Stallion! The foals need care, and the fights in the bachelor herd require healing too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind lowered his ears in mild embarrassment at my praise, then said, &amp;quot;My duty, both to the mares and to any bachelor who wishes to try me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;I can show no favorites among the mares, and no comradery to the young stallions, so you offer a friendship without worry. Without you, this job would be deeply lonely. Thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your health is a part of my duties too, and to have your friendship makes my days more pleasant as well,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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We continued our sweep into the advancing night in quiet companionship, hoofbeats echoing into the dark. The reep-reep of crickets, the swishing of tall grass against our legs, the sudden thumpthumpthump of a fleeing rabbit, a faint hiss of an owl&#039;s wings, drifting through the night as it hunted - sounds of a living world. I relaxed, and sank into the peace, falling into a light meditative state as we passed along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind snorted, then halted abruptly. &amp;quot;Shadow Watcher, look ahead,&amp;quot; he whispered. &amp;quot;Do you see something?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A faint glow, as from a small fire,&amp;quot; I said. I &#039;&#039;reached&#039;&#039; with the powers of a Shaman, then said quietly, &amp;quot;I feel one being, older than either of us - I can tell more, closer in, but he has the feel of one of the New People.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; he whispered back. &amp;quot;Please wait here, until I call. If I am hurt or killed, summon the herd to avenge me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I feel no aggression or menace,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Be careful, and this will come out all right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He nodded, a motion almost lost against the dark, then walked toward the light.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a quiet chuckle I thought, &amp;quot;Stallions! Always so dramatic. Almost makes me glad for what I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I continued to watch with my powers, while the warm breeze of summer drifted from behind me. There was a sudden &#039;flare&#039; as the person in the camp Changed - showing that he was one of the New Peoples. The creature moved from behind the fire and became visible in the firelight as a stallion, one of us. I heard him challenge Spinning Wind then felt the &#039;flare&#039; as Spinning Wind Changed, drew his Spear of Office and replied. A faint conversation followed. With the wind behind me, it was just a murmur, then Spinning Wind turned and gestured for me to join them. He planted the spear point down, indicating a truce, then waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I closed the fire quickly at a canter, tearing my way through the tall grasses. I slowed to a walk, then Changed to two hooves as I got close. As I walked in, I saw a strange sight - a stallion of the New People, wearing Human clothes! I had some experience with humans, having served and trained with one during a phase of my apprenticeship, but I had left the clothes the Mage had provided when I returned to the herd. All I had left from that experience were the Sigils the Mage had placed permanently on my withers, showing my rank as a Shaman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind turned and said to me, &amp;quot;Shaman, this is Dapple. He&#039;s in transit to a human settlement to provide security for a convoy.&amp;quot; Turning to the old stallion, Spinning Wind said, &amp;quot;Dapple, this is Herd Shaman Shadow Watcher, my friend.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Greetings and be welcome to my camp, Shaman Shadow Walker. I have some oatmeal cooking over the fire - if you&#039;d like I could add more for you two. Wouldn&#039;t take but a minute, and you&#039;ll want to speak to me anyway.&amp;quot; Dapple said, then busied himself over the pot before we could say anything. He added oats and water, then stirred it into the bubbling mix. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Take a few minutes for that to cook in, so why don&#039;t you sit, and we&#039;ll talk.&amp;quot; Dapple said.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all sat, then Dapple said to Spinning Wind, &amp;quot;Do you know what happens to stallions after they loose their herds?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;They just leave,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind replied. &amp;quot;The Lead Mare hands the Spear to the victor and they leave. I saw it happen as a yearling, then once while I was in the Bachelor herd, and when I won my herd. We speculated on where they went, but no one knows.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Some go on and conquer other herds,&amp;quot; Dapple said. &amp;quot;And some find work with the humans, as I did. What do you know of humans?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That they are very ancient, very dangerous, and to be treated with the highest of respect. I have never met any myself, but saw a small group who camped near us when I was a foal. A small people, nearly furless - they seemed weak, but my dam drove us foals away before I saw more. Shadow Watcher knows more of them, as part of his apprenticeship was spent with one.&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple turned to me, with a question in his eyes, then lifted the pot from the dung fire to cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;They are the original rulers of this world,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Their learning is immensely deep, they have populations on the other worlds of this system, and out among the stars. They accidentally created the races of the New peoples during the Manna Wars, and now seem to regard us as their children. So I gathered from the Mage I served.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple nodded, then said, &amp;quot;They are much reduced from the effects of the Manna Wars - it seems to have affected their reproductive facilities. Somehow, they have called for help from their peoples among the stars, who were not affected by the wars, and that help is due soon. They haven&#039;t told me of their plans, but they promise that the New Peoples will be allowed to follow their destinies in peace. I and many others of the New Peoples  have lived and worked among them for season on season, but they are still very strange to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, the oatmeal is ready,&amp;quot; he continued. He drew two bowls from his packs, filled them, then added salt from a small container. He handed them to us, then laughed and said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, but I only have two bowls. I shall eat from the pot.&amp;quot; He added salt to the food there, then lifted the pot and said, &amp;quot;By salt and food, peace upon this meeting.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We both replied, &amp;quot;By food and by salt, peace.&amp;quot; and began scraping the oatmeal from the bowls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I remember this,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. &amp;quot;My Dam gave me a bowl as a gift on my yearling day, when we parted and I went to the bachelor herd. Memories - I only thought it tasted so good because of the years passing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both Dapple and I smiled, memories of our own partings flickering in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple said, &amp;quot;Yes, this is human made - they refine the grasses to make it, in ways we as wanderers can&#039;t. We save it for treats, as we have little to buy it from them with but our service.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would like to see more of the humans,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind sighed. &amp;quot;But, I have my duties. And speaking of which, we have our sweep to complete. You have my permission to pass through my herd&#039;s territory, and perhaps we will meet again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As we climbed to our feet, Dapple said, &amp;quot;I will be traveling two hands north of the setting sun if you wish further converse, and I thank you for the chat and permission.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I Changed back to four hooves, but Spinning Wind took a minute to pull up the Spear and wipe the blade clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Thank you for your hospitality, Dapple. Travel in peace.&amp;quot; Then he placed the Spear in its holder. He fell to four hooves beside me, and we trotted away, into the dark of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There he goes again,&amp;quot; I heard the Lead Mare, White Star, murmur. &amp;quot;That&#039;s three nights in a row.&amp;quot; She pawed at the ground, nervous and undecided as to what she should do. Abruptly, she called, &amp;quot;Shadow Watcher, please come here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head, loosing the last of the dream state I&#039;d been in, then stood and shook my body. Fully in the world again, I walked over to White Star, then lowered my head and spread my ears to her position. &amp;quot;How may I help you, Lead Mare?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, you are his friend. Where is he going, and why? Has he told you?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;If the bachelor herd or a challenger finds him gone, there may be trouble.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He told you of the old stallion wanderer, Dapple, didn&#039;t he?&amp;quot; I asked. She nodded. &amp;quot;To visit him, that&#039;s where. Spinning Wind feels an ending is coming, and he wishes to know more of the world outside the herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ahhh, I thought so, &amp;quot; she sighed. &amp;quot;He has been a very good Stallion, and has lasted a very long time, much longer than most.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;He is a skilled and tricky fighter, and a diplomat, easing problems with the bachelors and other herds. But, no one is Herd Stallion forever.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, I will tell you something you may already guess,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;We mares not only give him his due, as we should, but we have come to love him. So many fine foals, and only a couple lost! I know of few Herd Stallions with his record and length of service. We have had other herds actually asking for our yearlings! Unheard of!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I laughed gently, then said, &amp;quot;Yes, I know. I will miss him terribly. He is strong, yet a gentle spirit. Friends like him are rare among us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She pawed again, thinking, then said, &amp;quot;What will you do when he leaves?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why, I hadn&#039;t thought....mmm, my apprentice Dark Moon is fully trained, and it is time he was on his own,&amp;quot; I mused.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I thought so,&amp;quot; she laughed softly. &amp;quot;My daughter is trained and ready as well. But, I don&#039;t know if I should go. Loosing all of us at once...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady, we all started that way, being tossed into the job - that&#039;s what training is for. I became Shaman only two moons after he took the herd, and my apprentice will either have his chance soon, or will leave for another herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aye, and so for my daughter,&amp;quot; she agreed. &amp;quot;Well, let us hope the moment doesn&#039;t come soon.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady, that was what I was dream chasing. I am afraid his challenger approaches.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I trotted steadily through the night, my skills with the Manna telling me where Spinning Wind was. I sighed again, as I remembered White Star&#039;s&lt;br /&gt;
instructions: &amp;quot;Find him, Shaman. Make him eat and get some sleep. I will meet with the challenger and tell him that the Herd Stallion is on a long sweep around the herd for trouble, and ask him to wait till morning. If he is of good breeding, he should. Now go, and luck to us all.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was worried. My vision of the challenger was of a stallion both young and strong, and I knew that my friend was loosing his edge. Still, he had a fearsome reputation, and had beaten many others. Fate is what it is, and only the Gods knew the end of this.&lt;br /&gt;
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My musings were interrupted by the faint sound of hoof beats. They came from the direction I knew Spinning Wind had gone, but I stopped and waited to see who it was. The hoof beats got steadily louder, then the wind brought me the scent - it was him. I nickered, to alert him to my presence, and the hoof beats stopped abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Who&#039;s there? Wait - Shadow Watcher, is that you?&amp;quot; he called. &amp;quot;What are you doing away from the herd?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Spinning Wind. Yes, it&#039;s me. White Star asked me to intercept you and tell you of my latest vision,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You have a challenger coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve had so many, he&#039;s just one more.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;ve been up all night talking to Dapple, and you need sleep and a good feeding,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;m here to watch over you while you sleep, and to make sure you do graze for a while. If you don&#039;t, I&#039;ll know you&#039;re getting sloppy about your preparations, and I&#039;ll tell White Star.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He grumbled that he&#039;d been away too long anyway, but, under my watchful eye, he settled to grazing. I joined him, and after a while he decided to sleep. I moved alongside him, head to tail, and we dozed together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was awakened by a tingle of manna, a sign my apprentice needed to speak to me. I roused, shook my head, then &#039;called&#039; him. &amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tell Spinning Wind he has a challenger waiting,&amp;quot; he &#039;said&#039;, and sent a &#039;sighting&#039; of him. A big sturdy fellow, and young, with enough scars to show his experience. He was going to be trouble. &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I &#039;told&#039; my apprentice. &amp;quot;We&#039;ll be in shortly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot; Spinning Wind murmured, sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have a challenger waiting for you at the herd,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He roused fully and snorted, then said, &amp;quot;Well, give me a moment, and we&#039;ll head in.&amp;quot; He walked over to the stream and took a deep drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come along,&amp;quot; he said, and trotted off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled to myself, and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrived at the herd, Spinning Wind went straight to White Star and asked, &amp;quot;Where is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nickered in humor, then said, &amp;quot;Always ready for a fight, that&#039;s you. Come,&amp;quot; she said, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;
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There, off to one side of the herd, was the challenger, grazing. He raised his head as we approached, then dropped it and spread his ears in honor to the Herd Stallion and Lead Mare. He said, &amp;quot;Ah, you are here. I am called Blaze, and now I officially notify you that I Challenge you for possession of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Heard and witnessed,&amp;quot; both I and White Star chorused.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind walked over to Blaze, then around him, examining his opponent. &amp;quot;He has been tested?&amp;quot; he asked White Star.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes he has,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;And Apprentice Shaman Dark Moon has checked him for fertility. He passes all tests.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, youngster, Challenger has choice of form - Traditional four hooves? Or two, in the modern fashion?&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prefer four Hooves, Herd Stallion, although I can fight well in both styles,&amp;quot; Blaze replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So be it,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind replied. To White Star he said, &amp;quot;Has a circle been prepared?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It has. I&#039;ve had the mares walking a circle to beat down the grass,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;All is ready.&amp;quot; She shifted to two hooves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind also shifted to two hooves, handed the Spear to White Star along with the harness, then shifted back to four hooves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, please summon the herd,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said to me. &amp;quot;Youngster, lets go,&amp;quot; he said to Blaze.&lt;br /&gt;
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I summoned the herd with a touch of Manna, then followed with White Star. &amp;quot;He&#039;s confident, as always,&amp;quot; I murmured to her. She smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;
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The mares, foals, and the bachelors lined the ring at a short distance, to witness the fairness of the fight. Spinning Wind and his Challenger stood in the ring. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, please give us a start,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. The two opponents settled themselves, then I cried, &amp;quot;Begin!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Instantly, the two stallions struck at each other, and the fight was on. The circle seemed to be full of dancing, striking, biting, swirling horses as they fought for position and struck at each other. Grunts came as kicks and bites got home, and blood spattered the grass and watchers. Spinning Wind seemed to be in full control of the bout, and Blaze was being punished. But, age takes its toll, and Wind on the Grass broke for a moment to gasp for breath. Blaze seized the moment, spun around, then struck with his hind hooves. Spinning Wind staggered sideways from the blow; a crackling &#039;crunch&#039; was heard as ribs broke. He never really recovered from that devastating blow. Blaze made the most of his new advantage, hammering Spinning Wind relentlessly, until, finally, Spinning Wind broke and fled from the ring. A sigh came from the gathered herd - The Herd Stallion they&#039;d known so long, who&#039;d kept them safe and well, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blaze screamed his triumph. White Star approached him, bowed, and said, &amp;quot;Hail, Herd Stallion!&amp;quot; I entered the ring and summoned Manna to begin healing his injuries. After a few minutes he was able to change to two foot form and accept the Spear and harness that White Star handed him. We got it settled on his body, then we turned to the assembled herd. I called, &amp;quot;Here is your new Herd Stallion, chosen by lawful combat! Hail him!&amp;quot; And the Herd cried &#039;Hail&#039;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;With your permission, Herd Stallion, I will attend Spinning Wind,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;My apprentice says he&#039;s badly hurt.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, please do so, Shaman,&amp;quot; Blaze replied. &amp;quot;Defeating someone is one thing, killing entirely another. Please give him my thanks for a good fair fight, and tell him that I wish him well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears, then turned and left.&lt;br /&gt;
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I trotted over to Spinning Wind, who was standing with his head down, shivering and gasping for breath. My Apprentice had been working on his wounds, and I summoned more Manna to help. We checked him over carefully, looking at his injuries. He&#039;d been badly battered before he broke, but the worst damage was several cracked or broken ribs from Blaze&#039;s kick. My Apprentice was using the Manna to repairing the lesser injuries, but the ribs were a problem, since Manna works less well on bone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, old friend, you&#039;ve got a problem with those ribs,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Luckily, they didn&#039;t puncture a lung. It will be a while, but you&#039;ll heal completely.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He shuddered, then in a low voice he mourned, &amp;quot;Will I? I&#039;ve lost my place. Now where do I go?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why not go and talk to Dapple?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;You&#039;ll find you have company on your trip.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing that Spinning Wind was at least free of pain, I turned to my Apprentice. I said, &amp;quot;Come with me.&amp;quot; Puzzled, he followed as I walked over to Blaze.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Apprentice, you have done very well. I consider you fully trained and ready,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You are now a full Shaman. I have noticed your fascination with the Moon. As a Graduation gift, I give you a new Name - you are now Shaman Moon Watcher.&amp;quot; Moon Watcher gasped as I used the Manna to inscribe the Sigils of a Full Shaman on his withers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Herd Stallion,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;This is your new Shaman, Moon Watcher. He has been my apprentice, and is very good. I am leaving the herd at this time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Blaze said, &amp;quot;I will be sorry to loose you, Shaman, but I have spoken with Shaman Moon Watcher during the night, and believe you are right that he &lt;br /&gt;
is ready. So be it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Moon Watcher said, &amp;quot;Thank you, Master, thank you! May I contact you in matters I have trouble with?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled and replied, &amp;quot;Any time you need help, or just a confidence builder, I am always available to you. Now go, and do well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked back to Spinning Wind, and was unsurprised to find White Star there already.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turned over your job too?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;While you were working on our friend here,&amp;quot; she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Turning to Spinning Wind I said, &amp;quot;We will escort you to Dapple, then stay with you in the journeys ahead. What are friends for, otherwise?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He lifted his head and looked at us, eyes wet, then said, &amp;quot;Thank you, thank you, from my heart. This will be easier with both of you around.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then, lets go,&amp;quot; I laughed. &amp;quot;The future waits!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At a walk in deference to Spinning Wind&#039;s ribs, we ambled off into the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Talking Box&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride to Doc Malcolm&#039;s home and large animal hospital only took twenty minutes - but I was overjoyed to get out of that trailer! I had only been a horse for a few hours, thanks (?) to the Martian Flu, and I was not yet used to the way I had to balance on four feet, let alone in a trailer. Every bump, stop, and start caused me to bang around inside that tin box, so when Doc Malcolm lowered the tailgate, I all but leaped out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Easy, James, easy!&amp;quot; he laughed, then apologized, &amp;quot;Sorry, I should have warned you about the way a trailer rides. Rough, was it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded deeply, then looked around at my new home. A nice house, a good sized barn, and several other buildings made up the near part of the area, and I could see several large fields behind them. I could smell several other horses, some cattle and other animals whose scents I didn&#039;t yet recognize. Several large dogs came running over, and he stopped to wrestle with and pet them before he brought them over to introduce them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, these are my friends Ajax, Achilles, and Patrocleus. My wife has a cat we&#039;ve named Homer, since he can sing all night! And they&#039;re not Changed, just plain dogs. At the moment, you&#039;re the only Changed here. Boys, this is James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and sniffed at them, and they did the same with me. Their individual scents were amazingly clear, and my memory took them in and saved them, as I once would have the face of another human. They raced off, barking, and I turned my head to Doc Malcolm and cocked my head, to indicate &#039;What next?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come on, and I&#039;ll show you where you&#039;ll be staying in the barn, and introduce you to my staff and my wife. You&#039;ll need careful watching while you get used to your new body. I&#039;ll be available at all times, and I&#039;ll put an alarm switch in your stall so you can call me at need. If I&#039;m called away, one of the staff will answer. This isn&#039;t going to be easy for you, I&#039;ve worked with enough other radically Changed to know that, but we&#039;ll be there to help as best we can. You&#039;ll also need shoes, to save your hooves from wear, and some injections for equine specific diseases, but that can wait a few days. If you&#039;ll step this way?&amp;quot; he said, and we walked off to look over the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last month had been...interesting. Going from a human, with hands, speech, and a future, to suddenly being a horse was incredibly difficult. Just learning how my new body worked was - strange. Getting used to the wide angle and poor resolution of my new eyes was only one of the many changes. I found, to my intense relief, that I could still read, but only on a special enlarging screen Dr. Malcolm had installed in the SCABS quarters. I spent a fair amount of time the first few days reading up on equine behavior, anatomy, nomenclature, and illnesses, gaining a fuller understanding of my new self in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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The suddenly massively enhanced senses of smell and hearing, the way my body now felt, having a tail, being able to shudder my skin...all of them took time to get used to. To say nothing of getting the reactions and normal body functions under control; that alone took weeks. The first time I dropped and took a leak was a total surprise. Getting that and elimination under my control was a job, like toilet training all over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing I discovered, while standing under a tree in the pasture and thinking over my problems, was that there was a secondary - mind? - in here with me. I had drifted into deep thought, and was suddenly startled to find that I was grazing! I held my self...aside...and watched for a bit. It turned out that there were a set of what I guess could be called subroutines, instincts and reactions built into the body, that amounted to a horse mind that took over when I was distracted. It instantly surrendered control when I became aware again, but it was strange, and again, took time to get used too.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having steel shoes nailed to my hooves (an odd feeling in itself) I had to relearn to walk. Then, I had to learn to trot, to canter, and finally, to gallop; that alone had taken most of the month. But, I was determined to be what I now was to the fullest extent, and I had nothing but time to work at it. The worst problem was the difference in sleep patterns. As a human, I needed at least six to eight hours of solid, unbroken sleep. But, I found a horse doesn&#039;t sleep that way. A horse takes short sleep breaks of a couple of hours, during which the senses are much more active than in a human. The first time I suddenly woke, startled by a noise, was very frightening. Dr. Malcolm had been nearby, at his desk in the barn doing paperwork on me, and was able to quickly calm me down and explain what had happened. I learned, and, gradually, I was getting used to my new self. If I missed any one thing, though, it was being able to talk. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James? Hey, James, you in here? The Doc said you were,&amp;quot; someone called from the barn door.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day was warm, and I was dozing in my special box in the barn. Hearing my name being called woke me; I walked over to the open stall door and put my head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn! Is that you, James?&amp;quot; It was Martin, my Ham Radio friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, as he came over, went to where I&#039;d put a piece of board on the floor, and started tapping. The dot/dash (or in my case, tap/thump) rhythms of Morse code came rippling forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;hi, Martin, don&#039;t u recognize my long face?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I sure don&#039;t!&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;Oh, man, that Martian bug got you but good, didn&#039;t it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, &amp;lt;Boy, did it ever! Thanks for coming! I&#039;m so glad to have someone to talk to who understands code! I&#039;ve been trying to teach it to the Doc, but he&#039;s slower than molasses on Pluto! Did you bring the gear? The other horses don&#039;t really have anything to say and I&#039;m desperate to talk to people again!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can talk to the horses?&amp;quot; said Martin, startled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped &amp;lt;Sure can, but they are real horses and they don&#039;t have much to say. If the Doc hadn&#039;t rigged an old TV and stereo in here for me, I&#039;d probably go nuts from boredom.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I think I know what you mean.&amp;quot; he commiserated, &amp;quot;It&#039;s like being on a really strict job, one where you can&#039;t even use a headphone radio, let alone chat with your neighbor.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;that&#039;s closer than you&#039;d believe!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin took a deep breath, then said, &amp;quot;James, about that code reader box. I contacted the engineer who originally designed the reader you sold me. I explained your problem, and he very sympathetic. He has a cousin who has SCABS too, and he had some ideas that he wanted to work on for you. You wouldn&#039;t know, but I never used that box. I found a code reader program on the web. I ran a lead from the speaker output of the rig to the input of the audio card in my PC, and that worked even better. The engineer and I have been working on something along that line. So, what I need now is a sample of you tapping out code, so we can figure out how to make the gadget interpret what its hearing. I brought my old cassette recorder, and if you&#039;ll provide the sample, we should be able to have a ...&#039;talking box&#039; for you in a week or so. OK?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded again, disappointed, but intrigued by what he had planned. &amp;lt;OK,&amp;gt; I said, &amp;lt;turn on your recorder, and I&#039;ll tap and thump all you want!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Things must have gone better than he&#039;d hoped, because Martin and someone else showed up again in three days. I was grazing out in the pasture when I saw Martin&#039;s car pull up to the Doc&#039;s office. I trotted down to the fence and watched as they got out. Martin saw me and waved. I whinny&#039;d back, then he walked into the office to speak with Dr. Malcolm. I carefully opened the gate, walked through, then closed and latched it to keep the real horses from getting out. (I did that regularly; it spooked the hell out of a new employee who didn&#039;t know about me yet!) I walked over to the office and stood, waiting to find out what was up&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm, Martin and the other man came out of the office and walked up to me. Martin said, &amp;quot;James, this is Mr. Shaynes, the engineer I talked to about your problem. We have something to try out. He wanted to meet you, and see if there are any problems with the gadget.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my gaze to Mr. Shaynes, nodded at him as a greeting. I reached back and pulled the piece of wood I used as a sounder from the ID collar and set it on the ground, then tapped out, &amp;lt;Hello, Mister Shaynes. I&#039;m James Maxwell, and Martin has told me of your help with this. My deepest thanks for your kind aid.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a Ham too, James, and I read code. I&#039;d offer to shake hands, but we&#039;d probably have a problem there. I hope the device we&#039;ve built will work for you. I&#039;m very interested in seeing it translating, so why don&#039;t we get it set up and let you try it out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin had walked over to the car; now, he brought out a case and a small folding table. He brought them over, set up the table, put the case on it, then opened it with a flourish. In the case was what looked like a laptop computer, minus the keyboard and mouse pad, with a cable hanging from it, leading to a battery pack with a large bat handle switch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is what we&#039;ve come up with, James,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You turn on the power with the switch, and input code through a wireless mike we&#039;ll attach to your hoof. The receiver puts out audio, into the computer, which should display it on the screen. We tested it with the recording you made, but now we need to have you do it live. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then lifted a hoof and held it out. They rubber banded the mike in place, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turn it on, James. We need to make this a complete test,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I carefully felt for the switch. I can&#039;t see my nose but the whiskers around my lips told me where the switch was, and I flipped it on. The unit came to life with a muted whine, so high pitched I didn&#039;t think the humans heard it. The LCD panel lit up, along with the power light. I gave it a moment, then started tapping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the quick red horse ran over the bright green grass in the summer sunshine - is that enough?&amp;gt; I sent, then looked at the screen. I couldn&#039;t read it, the print was too small, but there was something on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It works, it works!&amp;quot; Martin cried, &amp;quot;All right, we did it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you did,&amp;quot; said Dr. Malcolm. &amp;quot;My congratulations to you all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Shaynes smiled, then said, &amp;quot;I&#039;ve got another idea or two for it, but I can work on them after we get this version cased and ready for you to wear, James. I know how eager you must be to be able to talk again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;You got that right, Mr. Shaynes! That&#039;s about the worst part about this!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They removed the mike from my hoof, packed the equipment and table, then got back in the car and drove off. I sighed. Doc Malcolm patted my shoulder, then said, &amp;quot;Now you have something to look forward to. Congratulations on having such loyal friends!&amp;quot; I nodded, then turned and walked back to the pasture, my spirits high.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were back the next day. I was in my box in the stable, dozing, when I heard the car approaching, being chased by the dogs. I put my head out, and watched as they pulled up at the office. Doc Malcolm came out and spoke with them, then they got the equipment out of the car and walked over to the stable. I stepped out into the aisle and waited impatiently, nervously shifting my weight from hoof to hoof, as they came in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here it is, James!&amp;quot; Martin called, and I saw that they had enclosed it in a clear plastic box to weatherproof it. &amp;quot;The batteries are a standard laptop type, and we brought a spare to charge while the first is in use. You&#039;ll have to have someone change it for you, but it should last a long time, since it doesn&#039;t have a lot of the load a real laptop would have. The code program is burned on a prom, so we did away with the hard drive, and the audio card is built in, and without an output for the moment. The display will be the main draw, and we set the back light so it only turns up brightly in the dark, which will drop the power need even more. Depending on how much you have to say, you can probably get several days of use out of one battery.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, understanding what they had done. Far more clever than I had thought of myself, I&#039;d only thought to try something with the reader box. But, they&#039;d gone far beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lets get it installed - we got measurements on a collar like yours and we can attach it to that, with the battery serving as a counterweight on the other side,&amp;quot; Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He and Mr. Shaynes got busy, and shortly thereafter, they had it securely mounted. It wasn&#039;t very heavy at all; a little awkward, but I could get used to that. I wondered how it would take the shaking of trotting and galloping, but, when I asked, they had thought about it and had put in flexible shock mounts -  they should take it in stride, they laughed. I snorted at their amusement, then gave them the horse laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, I did some thinking about that mike,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;My original thought of simply gluing to your hoof has problems. Hooves grow, like finger nails, and have to be trimmed. So after a while, the mike would have to be broken loose and repositioned, with a good chance of damage. So, what I&#039;ve decided to try is a sleeve wrapped around your lower foreleg. It should pick up the tapping all right, yet be in a safe place. So, we need to wrap it on. We&#039;ll give you a few days to work with the system, then we&#039;ll be back to see how it works, field any complaints, and finish the unit for you. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, again, held out my hoof. They wrapped the mike on, then closed the Velcro straps that held it in place. I put my hoof back down, then said, via the box, &amp;lt;Thank you, Martin, and you, Mr. Shaynes. You can&#039;t believe how much this means to me. Again, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin shuffled his feet, then said, &amp;quot;James, you must know that this has cost a fair bit of money and time. I took several days off at the firm - if I hadn&#039;t been a senior partner, there might have been things said, and I provided the funds. Not a problem for me, being a lawyer has some advantages! But Mr. Shaynes has worked evenings and weekends to get this done, and normally his time isn&#039;t cheap. What I&#039;m saying is we want some recompense. We want your permission to publish a couple of articles, one in QST, and in a couple of technical magazines, in Mr. Shaynes case. We want some pictures of you using the talking box, to illustrate the articles. Is that all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted in astonishment. They would ask so little, after giving me such a gift? I closed my eyes, wishing that I could still cry. I prayed to Epona and the Gods to thank these wonderful people with a blessing. I felt so humbled, of course I&#039;d do as they asked! I opened my eyes, looked at them, and sent, &amp;lt;Of course you have my permission! And, Doc, I know you&#039;ve mentioned an article in the SCABS medical journals about the talking box, please do it. My friends, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Again, my most humble thanks.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned, and pulled a small digital camera from his pocket. &amp;quot;I hoped you&#039;d feel that way, and came prepared!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had taken a number of pictures of me using the box both in the barn and in the pasture, they prepared to leave. I walked over to the car with them, then Mr. Shaynes stopped, seeming to remember something. He said, &amp;quot;James, do you have any recordings of you talking? I know it&#039;s unusual, but I thought I&#039;d ask.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him in astonishment. &amp;lt; Why, yes, I do, at my home. I used to volunteer to read stories and books aloud for the Talking Books for the Blind Project, and kept copies for myself. They&#039;re on tapes in my den. Why do you ask? &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got an idea. I won&#039;t go further, as it may not work, but I need them.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Can I get your house keys?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Of course, &amp;gt; I replied, and nosed at the pouch they were in. He got them out, and I said, &amp;lt; The tapes are in a black case on one of the bookshelves - the only black one. &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll copy them to CD and put them back,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll return the keys when we come to check the performance of the box, next week. See you then!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got in the car, and they drove off. I watched them leave, puzzled, then turned to Doc Malcolm and said, &amp;lt; I wonder what that was about? &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed with delight. &amp;quot;I can&#039;t even guess, but having you just ask that question like that, to talk again - I&#039;m almost overwhelmed!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized what I&#039;d just done - to simply talk again! I shook my head, then gave a snicker. &amp;lt; Doc, you may regret this - you may have trouble shutting me up! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I eagerly waited for my friends return at the end of the week, but Doc came to the pasture and told me they&#039;d called and said they&#039;d be delayed, but would be there in a couple of days. I was disappointed, and asked Doc if they&#039;d said why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;just that something wouldn&#039;t be finished till then. And, before you ask, they didn&#039;t say what.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grumbled to myself, but thanked Doc for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;For that matter, I&#039;ve been getting some paperwork involving you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;When they get here, I&#039;ll bring it out and we can discuss it. Your lawyer buddy may get some work out of this after all. Later, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and went back to dozing, standing under my favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, I knew the sound of Martin&#039;s Cadillac, and when I heard it down on the road, I raced over to the gate, and was standing by the house when they pulled up. Doc had seen me coming, realized what that meant, and was passing through the back door. I was dancing with anticipation, and I pulled out the (by now heavily dented and scarred) piece of oak board and set it down. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Hello, and welcome, my friends! &amp;gt; I said. &amp;lt; I can report the talking box really works well, and has stood up to almost constant usage! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc laughed, and said, &amp;quot;He means it too! He&#039;s been talking with everybody here, and then someone fed him a carrot. He&#039;s pestered my poor wife almost to distraction, and she finally told him if he put his head in her kitchen again, she&#039;d crown him with a frying pan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That got a laugh from everyone. I drooped my ears to the sides and lowered my head, then said, mournfully, &amp;lt; I apologized for that, and I&#039;ve hardly asked her at all since... &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, but what you&#039;ve done to my poor orchard!&amp;quot; the Doc said. &amp;quot;He almost stripped the lower limbs of a couple of apple trees! He&#039;s been a different horse since you left that box on him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That provoked even more laughing, but then Mr. Shaynes said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry, James, but we&#039;ll have to remove it for a little while. We&#039;ve come up with a modification for it, and I think it will please you. Oh, and here are your keys back. I had some trouble getting permission to get in, the government&#039;s gotten involved for some reason, and were taking an inventory for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc&#039;s face tightened, and he said, &amp;quot;I know something about that, and I&#039;ll discuss it with you when you get done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him. He was upset about whatever it was. I began to feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, we still need to work on the box,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;If you&#039;ll stand still, James, this shouldn&#039;t take long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They cut the ties that held the box and battery in place. Martin set up the folding table and put the box on it. Mr. Shaynes got a small box of tools out of the car and the Doc brought out a chair so he could sit and work. He started by unsealing the case, then removed the unit and set it upside down on the table. He unscrewed the back, and opened up the lower section. I moved to watch over his shoulder. He looked up and asked me to move as I was blocking the light. I stepped over to the side, but continued to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, but this brings back memories,&amp;quot; I thought to myself. I had done this kind of work for decades. &amp;quot;Never again, though,&amp;quot; I sighed, looking at my hooves and lamenting the loss of my hands. I couldn&#039;t really see what he was doing now, and thought about cadging a carrot. They tasted really good now...but, one knot on the head was plenty!&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted away from my friends for a drink out of the water trough, then came back. The box was making noises now, as Mr. Shaynes made a test. I saw a couple of empty chip carriers on the table, and saw that he&#039;d installed another switch, this one in the plastic case. My curiosity was growing fast, as I tried to figure out what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, he turned around and looked at me. &amp;quot;James, I need you to say something for me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now we&#039;ll see how well my idea works.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Obligingly, I tapped out &amp;lt;something - will this do, or do you want more?&amp;gt; After a moment, I heard a thing I had never thought to hear again - my voice, saying &amp;quot;something - will this do...&amp;quot; I froze. It couldn&#039;t be! But, it was! I stared at him, in shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, that&#039;s your voice you&#039;re hearing.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;That&#039;s why we needed the voice tapes, and that we were late coming. I set up a way for the computer to translate your tapping into a word algorithm, then the machine looks up the word from a couple of proms with words in your voice on them, and sends it to the audio card and the speaker. It took a while to get it to work right, and even now it isn&#039;t quick on lookups. But the processor doesn&#039;t have much else to do, so it&#039;s slow only in machine terms. We&#039;ve given you back your voice, James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood, silent, with my mouth open. Then with a great whinny of joy, I whirled about and tore off across the yard at a full gallop. I slid to a halt, then gave a leap into the air, followed by a demonstration of jumping, twisting and bucking, out of sheer joy! I screamed with happiness, startling the other horses. The dogs joined in, barking, jumping, and chasing as I ran and jumped up and down the yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin, Mr. Shaynes and Doc Malcolm watched, laughing at my antics, then Mr. Shaynes returned to putting the machine back together, and the Doc walked into the house. I finally slowed to a halt, then went and got another drink. I walked slowly over to the table and stood, waiting for them to reattach the - now, literally - talking box. Mr. Shaynes resealed the plastic case, then he and Martin got it replaced on my harness.I reached back and flipped the power switch, and it whined to life.,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sirs,&amp;quot; I &#039;&#039;said&#039;&#039;. &amp;quot;I, I can&#039;t thank you enough. Just the screen for communication was great, but, this, this is a gift from beyond all hope. Thank you, thank, you, thank you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pressed my head against Mr. Shaynes chest, gently - as close to a hug as I could give these days. When I stepped back, he rubbed my muzzle affectionately, then said, &amp;quot;Its been a fun experiment, and I think it may even be patentable. Martin thinks so. I&#039;ll ask the company lawyer about that when I get back to work. James, my friend, its been a pleasure working with you. If you have any problems with the box, both Martin and Doc Malcolm have my number. Oh, the switch on the front of the case changes it from audio and screen to just screen, so you can give people a rest! Thank you, for having the imagination and courage to think of the code reader box and starting this rolling.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just then Doc and his wife came out of the house. He had a bundle of papers in his hand, but much more important, she had a bunch of carrots! I went over, dropped my head, and drooped my ears. Then, tapping, I said, &amp;quot;Mrs. Malcolm, may I please have a carrot?&amp;quot; She laughed, then held one out for me. I lipped at it, and gently took it from her hand into my mouth. Then, crunching with gusto, I said, &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; She giggled, then held out another. I took it blissfully, and again thanked her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The men laughed at us, then Doc said, &amp;quot;We need to talk about this paperwork. Lucie, I&#039;ll take those carrots and keep him happy for you. OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; she replied, then turned to me, shook her finger and said, &amp;quot;But no more begging at my window!&amp;quot; I hung my head and said, &amp;quot;Yes, Ma&#039;am! One knot is plenty!&amp;quot; She giggled again, then went back inside. We all watched her go, a pretty, pleasant lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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Doc cleared his throat, to get our attention. &amp;quot;James, I hate to spoil such a happy day, but, I&#039;ve received some papers from the Department of Health and Human Services. They&#039;ve been paying for your stay here, but they&#039;re coming for you in a week. You&#039;re to be transferred to the &#039;ranch&#039; they have set up for large animal SCABS. And to pay for it, they&#039;ve filed in court to seize your property to pay for your &#039;treatment&#039;. Your house, car, and all belongings are to be sold, and your savings are confiscated too. Gentlemen, do you have any ideas?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We trotted together, my Herd Stallion Spinning Wind and I, beneath the evening stars. The last edge of the sunset glowed still on the horizon, and the drawn bow of a new moon hung low in the western sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks for inviting me to go with you on this sweep,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve been so busy with my duties to the herd and my Shamanic work I&#039;d almost forgotten how peaceful it can be out here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No problem my friend, I am glad of the company,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. &amp;quot;There is little trouble out here on the plains, but I must do these sweeps to be sure, and four eyes and the skills of a Shaman make the work easier.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My Apprentice needs the time with the entire load on his hooves anyway, as a graduation test. He&#039;s done very well, and I&#039;m as proud of him as if he were my own foal,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;The herd has grown so much since you became Herd Stallion! The foals need care, and the fights in the bachelor herd require healing too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind lowered his ears in mild embarrassment at my praise, then said, &amp;quot;My duty, both to the mares and to any bachelor who wishes to try me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;I can show no favorites among the mares, and no comradery to the young stallions, so you offer a friendship without worry. Without you, this job would be deeply lonely. Thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your health is a part of my duties too, and to have your friendship makes my days more pleasant as well,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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We continued our sweep into the advancing night in quiet companionship, hoofbeats echoing into the dark. The reep-reep of crickets, the swishing of tall grass against our legs, the sudden thumpthumpthump of a fleeing rabbit, a faint hiss of an owl&#039;s wings, drifting through the night as it hunted - sounds of a living world. I relaxed, and sank into the peace, falling into a light meditative state as we passed along.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind snorted, then halted abruptly. &amp;quot;Shadow Watcher, look ahead,&amp;quot; he whispered. &amp;quot;Do you see something?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A faint glow, as from a small fire,&amp;quot; I said. I &#039;&#039;reached&#039;&#039; with the powers of a Shaman, then said quietly, &amp;quot;I feel one being, older than either of us - I can tell more, closer in, but he has the feel of one of the New People.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; he whispered back. &amp;quot;Please wait here, until I call. If I am hurt or killed, summon the herd to avenge me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I feel no aggression or menace,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Be careful, and this will come out all right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He nodded, a motion almost lost against the dark, then walked toward the light.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a quiet chuckle I thought, &amp;quot;Stallions! Always so dramatic. Almost makes me glad for what I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I continued to watch with my powers, while the warm breeze of summer drifted from behind me. There was a sudden &#039;flare&#039; as the person in the camp Changed - showing that he was one of the New Peoples. The creature moved from behind the fire and became visible in the firelight as a stallion, one of us. I heard him challenge Spinning Wind then felt the &#039;flare&#039; as Spinning Wind Changed, drew his Spear of Office and replied. A faint conversation followed. With the wind behind me, it was just a murmur, then Spinning Wind turned and gestured for me to join them. He planted the spear point down, indicating a truce, then waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I closed the fire quickly at a canter, tearing my way through the tall grasses. I slowed to a walk, then Changed to two hooves as I got close. As I walked in, I saw a strange sight - a stallion of the New People, wearing Human clothes! I had some experience with humans, having served and trained with one during a phase of my apprenticeship, but I had left the clothes the Mage had provided when I returned to the herd. All I had left from that experience were the Sigils the Mage had placed permanently on my withers, showing my rank as a Shaman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind turned and said to me, &amp;quot;Shaman, this is Dapple. He&#039;s in transit to a human settlement to provide security for a convoy.&amp;quot; Turning to the old stallion, Spinning Wind said, &amp;quot;Dapple, this is Herd Shaman Shadow Watcher, my friend.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Greetings and be welcome to my camp, Shaman Shadow Walker. I have some oatmeal cooking over the fire - if you&#039;d like I could add more for you two. Wouldn&#039;t take but a minute, and you&#039;ll want to speak to me anyway.&amp;quot; Dapple said, then busied himself over the pot before we could say anything. He added oats and water, then stirred it into the bubbling mix. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Take a few minutes for that to cook in, so why don&#039;t you sit, and we&#039;ll talk.&amp;quot; Dapple said.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all sat, then Dapple said to Spinning Wind, &amp;quot;Do you know what happens to stallions after they loose their herds?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;They just leave,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind replied. &amp;quot;The Lead Mare hands the Spear to the victor and they leave. I saw it happen as a yearling, then once while I was in the Bachelor herd, and when I won my herd. We speculated on where they went, but no one knows.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Some go on and conquer other herds,&amp;quot; Dapple said. &amp;quot;And some find work with the humans, as I did. What do you know of humans?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That they are very ancient, very dangerous, and to be treated with the highest of respect. I have never met any myself, but saw a small group who camped near us when I was a foal. A small people, nearly furless - they seemed weak, but my dam drove us foals away before I saw more. Shadow Watcher knows more of them, as part of his apprenticeship was spent with one.&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple turned to me, with a question in his eyes, then lifted the pot from the dung fire to cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;They are the original rulers of this world,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Their learning is immensely deep, they have populations on the other worlds of this system, and out among the stars. They accidentally created the races of the New peoples during the Manna Wars, and now seem to regard us as their children. So I gathered from the Mage I served.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple nodded, then said, &amp;quot;They are much reduced from the effects of the Manna Wars - it seems to have affected their reproductive facilities. Somehow, they have called for help from their peoples among the stars, who were not affected by the wars, and that help is due soon. They haven&#039;t told me of their plans, but they promise that the New Peoples will be allowed to follow their destinies in peace. I and many others of the New Peoples  have lived and worked among them for season on season, but they are still very strange to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, the oatmeal is ready,&amp;quot; he continued. He drew two bowls from his packs, filled them, then added salt from a small container. He handed them to us, then laughed and said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, but I only have two bowls. I shall eat from the pot.&amp;quot; He added salt to the food there, then lifted the pot and said, &amp;quot;By salt and food, peace upon this meeting.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We both replied, &amp;quot;By food and by salt, peace.&amp;quot; and began scraping the oatmeal from the bowls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I remember this,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. &amp;quot;My Dam gave me a bowl as a gift on my yearling day, when we parted and I went to the bachelor herd. Memories - I only thought it tasted so good because of the years passing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both Dapple and I smiled, memories of our own partings flickering in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapple said, &amp;quot;Yes, this is human made - they refine the grasses to make it, in ways we as wanderers can&#039;t. We save it for treats, as we have little to buy it from them with but our service.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would like to see more of the humans,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind sighed. &amp;quot;But, I have my duties. And speaking of which, we have our sweep to complete. You have my permission to pass through my herd&#039;s territory, and perhaps we will meet again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As we climbed to our feet, Dapple said, &amp;quot;I will be traveling two hands north of the setting sun if you wish further converse, and I thank you for the chat and permission.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I Changed back to four hooves, but Spinning Wind took a minute to pull up the Spear and wipe the blade clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Thank you for your hospitality, Dapple. Travel in peace.&amp;quot; Then he placed the Spear in its holder. He fell to four hooves beside me, and we trotted away, into the dark of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There he goes again,&amp;quot; I heard the Lead Mare, White Star, murmur. &amp;quot;That&#039;s three nights in a row.&amp;quot; She pawed at the ground, nervous and undecided as to what she should do. Abruptly, she called, &amp;quot;Shadow Watcher, please come here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I shook my head, loosing the last of the dream state I&#039;d been in, then stood and shook my body. Fully in the world again, I walked over to White Star, then lowered my head and spread my ears to her position. &amp;quot;How may I help you, Lead Mare?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, you are his friend. Where is he going, and why? Has he told you?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;If the bachelor herd or a challenger finds him gone, there may be trouble.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He told you of the old stallion wanderer, Dapple, didn&#039;t he?&amp;quot; I asked. She nodded. &amp;quot;To visit him, that&#039;s where. Spinning Wind feels an ending is coming, and he wishes to know more of the world outside the herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ahhh, I thought so, &amp;quot; she sighed. &amp;quot;He has been a very good Stallion, and has lasted a very long time, much longer than most.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;He is a skilled and tricky fighter, and a diplomat, easing problems with the bachelors and other herds. But, no one is Herd Stallion forever.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, I will tell you something you may already guess,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;We mares not only give him his due, as we should, but we have come to love him. So many fine foals, and only a couple lost! I know of few Herd Stallions with his record and length of service. We have had other herds actually asking for our yearlings! Unheard of!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I laughed gently, then said, &amp;quot;Yes, I know. I will miss him terribly. He is strong, yet a gentle spirit. Friends like him are rare among us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She pawed again, thinking, then said, &amp;quot;What will you do when he leaves?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why, I hadn&#039;t thought....mmm, my apprentice Dark Moon is fully trained, and it is time he was on his own,&amp;quot; I mused.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I thought so,&amp;quot; she laughed softly. &amp;quot;My daughter is trained and ready as well. But, I don&#039;t know if I should go. Loosing all of us at once...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady, we all started that way, being tossed into the job - that&#039;s what training is for. I became Shaman only two moons after he took the herd, and my apprentice will either have his chance soon, or will leave for another herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aye, and so for my daughter,&amp;quot; she agreed. &amp;quot;Well, let us hope the moment doesn&#039;t come soon.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady, that was what I was dream chasing. I am afraid his challenger approaches.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I trotted steadily through the night, my skills with the Manna telling me where Spinning Wind was. I sighed again, as I remembered White Star&#039;s&lt;br /&gt;
instructions: &amp;quot;Find him, Shaman. Make him eat and get some sleep. I will meet with the challenger and tell him that the Herd Stallion is on a long sweep around the herd for trouble, and ask him to wait till morning. If he is of good breeding, he should. Now go, and luck to us all.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was worried. My vision of the challenger was of a stallion both young and strong, and I knew that my friend was loosing his edge. Still, he had a fearsome reputation, and had beaten many others. Fate is what it is, and only the Gods knew the end of this.&lt;br /&gt;
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My musings were interrupted by the faint sound of hoof beats. They came from the direction I knew Spinning Wind had gone, but I stopped and waited to see who it was. The hoof beats got steadily louder, then the wind brought me the scent - it was him. I nickered, to alert him to my presence, and the hoof beats stopped abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Who&#039;s there? Wait - Shadow Watcher, is that you?&amp;quot; he called. &amp;quot;What are you doing away from the herd?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Spinning Wind. Yes, it&#039;s me. White Star asked me to intercept you and tell you of my latest vision,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You have a challenger coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve had so many, he&#039;s just one more.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;ve been up all night talking to Dapple, and you need sleep and a good feeding,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;m here to watch over you while you sleep, and to make sure you do graze for a while. If you don&#039;t, I&#039;ll know you&#039;re getting sloppy about your preparations, and I&#039;ll tell White Star.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He grumbled that he&#039;d been away too long anyway, but, under my watchful eye, he settled to grazing. I joined him, and after a while he decided to sleep. I moved alongside him, head to tail, and we dozed together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was awakened by a tingle of manna, a sign my apprentice needed to speak to me. I roused, shook my head, then &#039;called&#039; him. &amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tell Spinning Wind he has a challenger waiting,&amp;quot; he &#039;said&#039;, and sent a &#039;sighting&#039; of him. A big sturdy fellow, and young, with enough scars to show his experience. He was going to be trouble. &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I &#039;told&#039; my apprentice. &amp;quot;We&#039;ll be in shortly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot; Spinning Wind murmured, sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have a challenger waiting for you at the herd,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He roused fully and snorted, then said, &amp;quot;Well, give me a moment, and we&#039;ll head in.&amp;quot; He walked over to the stream and took a deep drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come along,&amp;quot; he said, and trotted off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled to myself, and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrived at the herd, Spinning Wind went straight to White Star and asked, &amp;quot;Where is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She nickered in humor, then said, &amp;quot;Always ready for a fight, that&#039;s you. Come,&amp;quot; she said, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;
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There, off to one side of the herd, was the challenger, grazing. He raised his head as we approached, then dropped it and spread his ears in honor to the Herd Stallion and Lead Mare. He said, &amp;quot;Ah, you are here. I am called Blaze, and now I officially notify you that I Challenge you for possession of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Heard and witnessed,&amp;quot; both I and White Star chorused.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind walked over to Blaze, then around him, examining his opponent. &amp;quot;He has been tested?&amp;quot; he asked White Star.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes he has,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;And Apprentice Shaman Dark Moon has checked him for fertility. He passes all tests.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, youngster, Challenger has choice of form - Traditional four hooves? Or two, in the modern fashion?&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prefer four Hooves, Herd Stallion, although I can fight well in both styles,&amp;quot; Blaze replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So be it,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind replied. To White Star he said, &amp;quot;Has a circle been prepared?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It has. I&#039;ve had the mares walking a circle to beat down the grass,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;All is ready.&amp;quot; She shifted to two hooves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spinning Wind also shifted to two hooves, handed the Spear to White Star along with the harness, then shifted back to four hooves.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, please summon the herd,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said to me. &amp;quot;Youngster, lets go,&amp;quot; he said to Blaze.&lt;br /&gt;
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I summoned the herd with a touch of Manna, then followed with White Star. &amp;quot;He&#039;s confident, as always,&amp;quot; I murmured to her. She smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;
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The mares, foals, and the bachelors lined the ring at a short distance, to witness the fairness of the fight. Spinning Wind and his Challenger stood in the ring. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shaman, please give us a start,&amp;quot; Spinning Wind said. The two opponents settled themselves, then I cried, &amp;quot;Begin!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Instantly, the two stallions struck at each other, and the fight was on. The circle seemed to be full of dancing, striking, biting, swirling horses as they fought for position and struck at each other. Grunts came as kicks and bites got home, and blood spattered the grass and watchers. Spinning Wind seemed to be in full control of the bout, and Blaze was being punished. But, age takes its toll, and Wind on the Grass broke for a moment to gasp for breath. Blaze seized the moment, spun around, then struck with his hind hooves. Spinning Wind staggered sideways from the blow; a crackling &#039;crunch&#039; was heard as ribs broke. He never really recovered from that devastating blow. Blaze made the most of his new advantage, hammering Spinning Wind relentlessly, until, finally, Spinning Wind broke and fled from the ring. A sigh came from the gathered herd - The Herd Stallion they&#039;d known so long, who&#039;d kept them safe and well, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blaze screamed his triumph. White Star approached him, bowed, and said, &amp;quot;Hail, Herd Stallion!&amp;quot; I entered the ring and summoned Manna to begin healing his injuries. After a few minutes he was able to change to two foot form and accept the Spear and harness that White Star handed him. We got it settled on his body, then we turned to the assembled herd. I called, &amp;quot;Here is your new Herd Stallion, chosen by lawful combat! Hail him!&amp;quot; And the Herd cried &#039;Hail&#039;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;With your permission, Herd Stallion, I will attend Spinning Wind,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;My apprentice says he&#039;s badly hurt.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, please do so, Shaman,&amp;quot; Blaze replied. &amp;quot;Defeating someone is one thing, killing entirely another. Please give him my thanks for a good fair fight, and tell him that I wish him well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears, then turned and left.&lt;br /&gt;
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I trotted over to Spinning Wind, who was standing with his head down, shivering and gasping for breath. My Apprentice had been working on his wounds, and I summoned more Manna to help. We checked him over carefully, looking at his injuries. He&#039;d been badly battered before he broke, but the worst damage was several cracked or broken ribs from Blaze&#039;s kick. My Apprentice was using the Manna to repairing the lesser injuries, but the ribs were a problem, since Manna works less well on bone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, old friend, you&#039;ve got a problem with those ribs,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Luckily, they didn&#039;t puncture a lung. It will be a while, but you&#039;ll heal completely.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He shuddered, then in a low voice he mourned, &amp;quot;Will I? I&#039;ve lost my place. Now where do I go?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why not go and talk to Dapple?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;You&#039;ll find you have company on your trip.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seeing that Spinning Wind was at least free of pain, I turned to my Apprentice. I said, &amp;quot;Come with me.&amp;quot; Puzzled, he followed as I walked over to Blaze.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Apprentice, you have done very well. I consider you fully trained and ready,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;You are now a full Shaman. I have noticed your fascination with the Moon. As a Graduation gift, I give you a new Name - you are now Shaman Moon Watcher.&amp;quot; Moon Watcher gasped as I used the Manna to inscribe the Sigils of a Full Shaman on his withers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Herd Stallion,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;This is your new Shaman, Moon Watcher. He has been my apprentice, and is very good. I am leaving the herd at this time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Blaze said, &amp;quot;I will be sorry to loose you, Shaman, but I have spoken with Shaman Moon Watcher during the night, and believe you are right that he &lt;br /&gt;
is ready. So be it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Moon Watcher said, &amp;quot;Thank you, Master, thank you! May I contact you in matters I have trouble with?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled and replied, &amp;quot;Any time you need help, or just a confidence builder, I am always available to you. Now go, and do well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked back to Spinning Wind, and was unsurprised to find White Star there already.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turned over your job too?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;While you were working on our friend here,&amp;quot; she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Turning to Spinning Wind I said, &amp;quot;We will escort you to Dapple, then stay with you in the journeys ahead. What are friends for, otherwise?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He lifted his head and looked at us, eyes wet, then said, &amp;quot;Thank you, thank you, from my heart. This will be easier with both of you around.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then, lets go,&amp;quot; I laughed. &amp;quot;The future waits!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At a walk in deference to Spinning Wind&#039;s ribs, we ambled off into the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Separator|r|At the Ranch Pt 1/9 &amp;quot;Farewells and Hellos&amp;quot;}}&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted into an uneasy sleep. The Department of Health and Human Services truck was supposed to come for me later today, and I was deeply afraid of what that meant. To be taken to one of their &#039;ranches&#039;, where they kept the heavily changed large animal SCABS. I had heard of the Colonies they kept the smaller Changed in, and if this was going to be like them...I was scared. But, it seemed that something was - encouraging - this nap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I became aware of my surroundings - I had been here once before. But, this time, instead of standing on two feet, I now stood on four. The bright colors were greyed out, but the smells, ah! I drew a deep breath, and sighed; now I knew this was an equine paradise! I heard a nicker of amusement behind me, turned, and there She was - Epona, the ancient horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears in respect - I couldn&#039;t easily go to my knees now. She laughed again, then said, gently, &amp;quot;Welcome, my adopted child. Will you exchange breath with me, as one horse with another?&amp;quot; I raised my head and did as She had asked. With each breath of Hers, I felt...enlarged...as if my spirit was growing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My child, I have a task I would set you, if you will accept it,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;I wish you to be one of my priests, to aid those around you where you are going. Will you do this for Me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady of Horses, you know that, human, I was Priest to the Lady and the Lord. Now, in this form, of course I will serve You,&amp;quot; I said, humbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; She replied, then said, &amp;quot;What is coming will not be easy, but I will help as I can. The wheel of the world turns strangely these days, and Humans haven&#039;t begun to grasp the great changes they have set in motion. They still don&#039;t see, that while you wear a different &#039;&#039;form&#039;&#039;, your &#039;&#039;soul&#039;&#039; is still human, as are the souls of your brothers and sisters. Work with them, and give them such comfort as you can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would do so anyway, Lady, but your aid will be a comfort,&amp;quot; I said. Then, daring fate, I asked, &amp;quot;What of me, Lady?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are my child now, and that will remain so,&amp;quot; She said. I sighed, knowing this to be truth. &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; She continued, &amp;quot;I council this - look for the one of many shapes, but one soul. He will help you. Now, come, run with me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and raced away. I followed, glorying in the power and speed of the form I now wore. We ran across Her land...&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke, remembering.&lt;br /&gt;
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What woke me was Doctor Malcolm, the vet who had been caring for my during my emotional transition from Man to Horse. He was standing at the gate calling to me to come for a final conference before the transporters arrival time. I shook my head to clear the last of sleep from it, then whinnied at him. He had the gate open when I reached it. I trotted through, then he closed and latched it. I waited for him and, together, we walked back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Martin was waiting there, along with Mr. Anson from the ACLU and Mr. Fennix, the fox morph from the local SCABS organization. I carefully pulled out the (by now, heavily battered) piece of oak board I used as a sounder, and set it on the ground. Then, I reached back and flipped the switch to turn on the Talking Box. I started the thump/tap of Morse code, and the box said, &amp;quot;A good day to you, gentlemen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They all grinned at that, having heard me talking many times over the past week. A chorus of &#039;good days&#039; came back. I turned my gaze to Mr. Anson and asked, &amp;quot;How are things going, sir. Have you been able to stop my deportation?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I warned you, no, we haven&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;HHS has a great deal of experience in these matters, and they always set a short pick up time to forestall anyone stopping them. But, we have been able to file in Federal Court to stop them from seizing your property without a court hearing, and we will fight them on your behalf as we have for many other SCABS. But, removing you from the area is one of their strategies to keep you from testifying in your own behalf. We know where you&#039;re going, though, and we can get a writ to allow you to appear in court, if someone can transport you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fennix said, &amp;quot;Our information is that you&#039;ll be going to the &#039;Ranch&#039; out near Dodge City. Reports say it&#039;s not a bad place, but there are some sort of problems. The Humans are all right for the most part, the trouble is, somehow, with the herd. Some of the Humans are with us, most are just the kind of cowboy you&#039;d expect to find out there. Our people will introduce themselves with &amp;quot;hello, my friend&amp;quot; - they see the people there, where the cowboys only see livestock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at that, stung, then sighed and said, &amp;quot;Now, livestock is all I am. But, &#039;&#039;smart&#039;&#039; livestock!&amp;quot; The group laughed. I continued, &amp;quot;While I&#039;m thinking on it, will I be allowed to have visitors?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said Mr. Fennix. &amp;quot;They can&#039;t prevent your friends from coming to see you. But that&#039;s at least part of the reason for the long move, to cut down on such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. Doc, can I have you call someone for me this evening? He should be home then,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Or at least leave a message. He&#039;s a somewhat dreamy individual, a really creative person, so if he doesn&#039;t call back, please keep trying. Tell him I need him, and where I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A faint sound down the road caught my attention. I raised my head and swiveled my ears to listen - a truck, and a big one. &amp;quot;I hear them coming,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;They&#039;ll be here in a few minutes. Gentlemen, is there anything else we need to discuss?&amp;quot; They all shook their heads. &amp;quot;Very well then, please keep me informed as best you can. And thank you, one and all. Doc, Martin, lets get this gear off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head with great reluctance. According to the rules HHS had sent, I would only be allowed to have a halter and nothing more, when they picked me up. I deeply hated to loose my only recently gained speech, but the HHS people would destroy the Talking Box or throw it away. So, better to leave it here. An unrevealed secret is always best. Doc unfastened the band behind my forelegs that held the ID strap and the equipment from sliding forward, then he and Martin slid the whole assembly over my head and carried it inside. When they came back, I lifted my hoof and they removed the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, then slowly shook my head as Doc came out with the special halter he&#039;d had made with my name on it, and the currying brushes to comb out the matted down fur where the band had been. I stood and enjoyed the grooming - another good point about equineness, how good a brushing felt! Then he held out the halter. I looked at it and grumbled - I&#039;d never worn one before. I felt it demeaned me to being &#039;just an animal&#039;. But, it was necessary. I placed my head into the loops of leather, and Doc fastened the buckles behind my ears, leaving it loose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck had turned in and was coming up the drive. When it reached the yard, the driver swung it in a circle, then shut off the engine and climbed out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Doctor Malcolm! This him?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, this is James Maxwell, the SCABS patient,&amp;quot; Doc replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Let&#039;s get the paperwork done, and I can get back on the road. Only one other this time, and him already picked up, so it&#039;ll be a reasonably quick trip.&amp;quot; He reached back into the truck cab and got out a sheaf of forms, then he and the Doc headed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smelled another horse in the truck, and walked over. The other passenger put his head out the window, and we looked at each other. He was obviously a big breed, taller and heaver than I. I reached my nose up, and we exchanged breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;coming for a ride with me, are you?&amp;quot; in the subtle, quiet language we horses use among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not of my own will,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Damn HHS wants my money, so they take me. Nothing I can do, beyond what I have done -  get a lawyer and fight it! But, they can still transport me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know, same here, except I&#039;m too broke for the lawyer, with the penalties for damage to my rooms when I Changed, and for damages incurred getting me out of them and down to the ground. Oh, Lordy, was the landlord pissed!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry, I should introduce myself. I&#039;m James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just call me Wideload. I stopped being Human when I Changed, so I use that for a moniker among us,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, my equine brother!&amp;quot; I nickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And the same to you, horse bro&#039;,&amp;quot; he laughed back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, will you please come here?&amp;quot; called Doc Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Later,&amp;quot; I said to Wideload, then turned and walked back to the porch stairs where the driver and my friends were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, this is Jerry Moorcroft, the driver for your trip, and an old acquaintance of mine,&amp;quot; Doc said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s picked up and delivered a number of the deeply Changed SCABS who have come through here during their recovery phase. He&#039;s a good and careful driver, and will get you to the Dodge City ranch in good health. Jerry, this is James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; he said, and held out his hand for me to sniff. Introductions over, he said, &amp;quot;At least you came out of this a nice looking horse. I will warn you, though, some of the cowboys like to play with the &#039;livestock&#039;, so be ready to be ridden. I&#039;ve complained to the Director about this, but he&#039;s a cowboy type too, and sees no harm in &#039;exercising the patients&#039;. He&#039;s really waiting for your new friend, though. Now he has two heavy horses, and has a big wagon for them to pull.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lifted my hoof, to rattle back an answer, but let it hang, not knowing if I should reply and point out my ability to use code.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and talk,&amp;quot; Doc said, noticing my hanging hoof. &amp;quot;I told Jerry about your use of code. He doesn&#039;t know Morse, and doesn&#039;t think anyone else down there does either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;All right then,&amp;gt; I rattled off. &amp;lt;But the cowboy that puts a spur in me is gonna learn to fly!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry gave a startled laugh. &amp;quot;He really said that?&amp;quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, he did,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve known James for almost thirty years, until he Changed, and he is an expert Morse operator.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, um, err.... I&#039;m sorry, James,&amp;quot; Jerry apologized. &amp;quot;I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you&#039;re a &#039;&#039;man&#039;&#039; who has SCABS, but I see a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, and to have one talk to me is...strange! Hmm, an idea,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;I wonder if I could find a Morse operator in Dodge City?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started tapping and Martin started talking at the same time. We both stopped, then I nodded to Martin to go on, as he could simply say it. &amp;quot;There are several ways to,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;there should be a Ham Radio club down there, and you can contact them, or you can contact the American Radio Relay League and they can direct you, or as a last measure, drive through town and look for a large beam antenna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good!&amp;quot; Jerry said. &amp;quot;That will give a line of communication if it&#039;s needed. Well! James, come on and lets get you loaded. It&#039;s a six hour run from here, and I want to get there while it&#039;s still light out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;A moment, please - why don&#039;t you get the ramp down while I make my farewells?&amp;gt; I tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Good idea, come over when your ready. Oh, yeah, this IS a six hour trip, you might want to take a dump now. I&#039;ll let Mike out so he can join you, you&#039;ll ride better that way, although I&#039;ll make another relief stop later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him quizzically and tapped out &amp;lt;Who&#039;s Mike?&amp;gt; Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Mike Allen, the other SCABS horse. You met him while we got the paperwork done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Ah!&amp;gt; I sent, &amp;lt;He told me his name now is Wideload.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry gulped at that but said, &amp;quot;If that&#039;s what he wants to be called, so be it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He went over to the trailer and said, &amp;quot;Wideload, I&#039;m going to let you off for a bathroom break, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The horse&#039;s ears went straight up. He stared  at me, shocked, then back at Jerry. After a moment, he slowly nodded, then gave him the horselaugh. Jerry dropped the ramp, and Wideload walked carefully back out. He was even bigger than I&#039;d thought, a Clyde/Shire mix, and beautiful in his conformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over and said, &amp;quot;Well, you did want to be called Wideload, didn&#039;t you? Come on, the area I use is over here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I didn&#039;t know you could talk to humans!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In a roundabout way, through Morse code. I&#039;ve been using it for thirty years, and realized I could use it now, as well,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I can try to teach it to you, but I also know an easier code, that&#039;s quicker to learn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We finished quickly, then Wideload headed for the trailer, and I for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Thank you, one and all.&amp;gt; I tapped out. &amp;lt;Doc, for your kind help getting me through this. Martin, for helping with the Box and for translating.  Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, for your help and  the hope it brings for the future. From my heart, I thank you.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I turned and headed for the trailer, my new friend, and a long ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted into an uneasy sleep. The Department of Health and Human Services truck was supposed to come for me later today, and I was deeply afraid of what that meant. To be taken to one of their &#039;ranches&#039;, where they kept the heavily changed large animal SCABS. I had heard of the Colonies they kept the smaller Changed in, and if this was going to be like them...I was scared. But, it seemed that something was - encouraging - this nap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I became aware of my surroundings - I had been here once before. But, this time, instead of standing on two feet, I now stood on four. The bright colors were greyed out, but the smells, ah! I drew a deep breath, and sighed; now I knew this was an equine paradise! I heard a nicker of amusement behind me, turned, and there She was - Epona, the ancient horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears in respect - I couldn&#039;t easily go to my knees now. She laughed again, then said, gently, &amp;quot;Welcome, my adopted child. Will you exchange breath with me, as one horse with another?&amp;quot; I raised my head and did as She had asked. With each breath of Hers, I felt...enlarged...as if my spirit was growing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My child, I have a task I would set you, if you will accept it,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;I wish you to be one of my priests, to aid those around you where you are going. Will you do this for Me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady of Horses, you know that, human, I was Priest to the Lady and the Lord. Now, in this form, of course I will serve You,&amp;quot; I said, humbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; She replied, then said, &amp;quot;What is coming will not be easy, but I will help as I can. The wheel of the world turns strangely these days, and Humans haven&#039;t begun to grasp the great changes they have set in motion. They still don&#039;t see, that while you wear a different &#039;&#039;form&#039;&#039;, your &#039;&#039;soul&#039;&#039; is still human, as are the souls of your brothers and sisters. Work with them, and give them such comfort as you can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would do so anyway, Lady, but your aid will be a comfort,&amp;quot; I said. Then, daring fate, I asked, &amp;quot;What of me, Lady?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are my child now, and that will remain so,&amp;quot; She said. I sighed, knowing this to be truth. &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; She continued, &amp;quot;I council this - look for the one of many shapes, but one soul. He will help you. Now, come, run with me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and raced away. I followed, glorying in the power and speed of the form I now wore. We ran across Her land...&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke, remembering.&lt;br /&gt;
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What woke me was Doctor Malcolm, the vet who had been caring for my during my emotional transition from Man to Horse. He was standing at the gate calling to me to come for a final conference before the transporters arrival time. I shook my head to clear the last of sleep from it, then whinnied at him. He had the gate open when I reached it. I trotted through, then he closed and latched it. I waited for him and, together, we walked back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Martin was waiting there, along with Mr. Anson from the ACLU and Mr. Fennix, the fox morph from the local SCABS organization. I carefully pulled out the (by now, heavily battered) piece of oak board I used as a sounder, and set it on the ground. Then, I reached back and flipped the switch to turn on the Talking Box. I started the thump/tap of Morse code, and the box said, &amp;quot;A good day to you, gentlemen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They all grinned at that, having heard me talking many times over the past week. A chorus of &#039;good days&#039; came back. I turned my gaze to Mr. Anson and asked, &amp;quot;How are things going, sir. Have you been able to stop my deportation?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I warned you, no, we haven&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;HHS has a great deal of experience in these matters, and they always set a short pick up time to forestall anyone stopping them. But, we have been able to file in Federal Court to stop them from seizing your property without a court hearing, and we will fight them on your behalf as we have for many other SCABS. But, removing you from the area is one of their strategies to keep you from testifying in your own behalf. We know where you&#039;re going, though, and we can get a writ to allow you to appear in court, if someone can transport you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fennix said, &amp;quot;Our information is that you&#039;ll be going to the &#039;Ranch&#039; out near Dodge City. Reports say it&#039;s not a bad place, but there are some sort of problems. The Humans are all right for the most part, the trouble is, somehow, with the herd. Some of the Humans are with us, most are just the kind of cowboy you&#039;d expect to find out there. Our people will introduce themselves with &amp;quot;hello, my friend&amp;quot; - they see the people there, where the cowboys only see livestock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at that, stung, then sighed and said, &amp;quot;Now, livestock is all I am. But, &#039;&#039;smart&#039;&#039; livestock!&amp;quot; The group laughed. I continued, &amp;quot;While I&#039;m thinking on it, will I be allowed to have visitors?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said Mr. Fennix. &amp;quot;They can&#039;t prevent your friends from coming to see you. But that&#039;s at least part of the reason for the long move, to cut down on such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. Doc, can I have you call someone for me this evening? He should be home then,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Or at least leave a message. He&#039;s a somewhat dreamy individual, a really creative person, so if he doesn&#039;t call back, please keep trying. Tell him I need him, and where I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A faint sound down the road caught my attention. I raised my head and swiveled my ears to listen - a truck, and a big one. &amp;quot;I hear them coming,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;They&#039;ll be here in a few minutes. Gentlemen, is there anything else we need to discuss?&amp;quot; They all shook their heads. &amp;quot;Very well then, please keep me informed as best you can. And thank you, one and all. Doc, Martin, lets get this gear off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head with great reluctance. According to the rules HHS had sent, I would only be allowed to have a halter and nothing more, when they picked me up. I deeply hated to loose my only recently gained speech, but the HHS people would destroy the Talking Box or throw it away. So, better to leave it here. An unrevealed secret is always best. Doc unfastened the band behind my forelegs that held the ID strap and the equipment from sliding forward, then he and Martin slid the whole assembly over my head and carried it inside. When they came back, I lifted my hoof and they removed the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, then slowly shook my head as Doc came out with the special halter he&#039;d had made with my name on it, and the currying brushes to comb out the matted down fur where the band had been. I stood and enjoyed the grooming - another good point about equineness, how good a brushing felt! Then he held out the halter. I looked at it and grumbled - I&#039;d never worn one before. I felt it demeaned me to being &#039;just an animal&#039;. But, it was necessary. I placed my head into the loops of leather, and Doc fastened the buckles behind my ears, leaving it loose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck had turned in and was coming up the drive. When it reached the yard, the driver swung it in a circle, then shut off the engine and climbed out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Doctor Malcolm! This him?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, this is James Maxwell, the SCABS patient,&amp;quot; Doc replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Let&#039;s get the paperwork done, and I can get back on the road. Only one other this time, and him already picked up, so it&#039;ll be a reasonably quick trip.&amp;quot; He reached back into the truck cab and got out a sheaf of forms, then he and the Doc headed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smelled another horse in the truck, and walked over. The other passenger put his head out the window, and we looked at each other. He was obviously a big breed, taller and heaver than I. I reached my nose up, and we exchanged breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;coming for a ride with me, are you?&amp;quot; in the subtle, quiet language we horses use among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not of my own will,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Damn HHS wants my money, so they take me. Nothing I can do, beyond what I have done -  get a lawyer and fight it! But, they can still transport me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know, same here, except I&#039;m too broke for the lawyer, with the penalties for damage to my rooms when I Changed, and for damages incurred getting me out of them and down to the ground. Oh, Lordy, was the landlord pissed!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry, I should introduce myself. I&#039;m James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just call me Wideload. I stopped being Human when I Changed, so I use that for a moniker among us,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, my equine brother!&amp;quot; I nickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And the same to you, horse bro&#039;,&amp;quot; he laughed back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, will you please come here?&amp;quot; called Doc Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Later,&amp;quot; I said to Wideload, then turned and walked back to the porch stairs where the driver and my friends were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, this is Jerry Moorcroft, the driver for your trip, and an old acquaintance of mine,&amp;quot; Doc said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s picked up and delivered a number of the deeply Changed SCABS who have come through here during their recovery phase. He&#039;s a good and careful driver, and will get you to the Dodge City ranch in good health. Jerry, this is James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; he said, and held out his hand for me to sniff. Introductions over, he said, &amp;quot;At least you came out of this a nice looking horse. I will warn you, though, some of the cowboys like to play with the &#039;livestock&#039;, so be ready to be ridden. I&#039;ve complained to the Director about this, but he&#039;s a cowboy type too, and sees no harm in &#039;exercising the patients&#039;. He&#039;s really waiting for your new friend, though. Now he has two heavy horses, and has a big wagon for them to pull.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lifted my hoof, to rattle back an answer, but let it hang, not knowing if I should reply and point out my ability to use code.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and talk,&amp;quot; Doc said, noticing my hanging hoof. &amp;quot;I told Jerry about your use of code. He doesn&#039;t know Morse, and doesn&#039;t think anyone else down there does either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;All right then,&amp;gt; I rattled off. &amp;lt;But the cowboy that puts a spur in me is gonna learn to fly!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry gave a startled laugh. &amp;quot;He really said that?&amp;quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, he did,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve known James for almost thirty years, until he Changed, and he is an expert Morse operator.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, um, err.... I&#039;m sorry, James,&amp;quot; Jerry apologized. &amp;quot;I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you&#039;re a &#039;&#039;man&#039;&#039; who has SCABS, but I see a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, and to have one talk to me is...strange! Hmm, an idea,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;I wonder if I could find a Morse operator in Dodge City?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started tapping and Martin started talking at the same time. We both stopped, then I nodded to Martin to go on, as he could simply say it. &amp;quot;There are several ways to,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;there should be a Ham Radio club down there, and you can contact them, or you can contact the American Radio Relay League and they can direct you, or as a last measure, drive through town and look for a large beam antenna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good!&amp;quot; Jerry said. &amp;quot;That will give a line of communication if it&#039;s needed. Well! James, come on and lets get you loaded. It&#039;s a six hour run from here, and I want to get there while it&#039;s still light out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;A moment, please - why don&#039;t you get the ramp down while I make my farewells?&amp;gt; I tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Good idea, come over when your ready. Oh, yeah, this IS a six hour trip, you might want to take a dump now. I&#039;ll let Mike out so he can join you, you&#039;ll ride better that way, although I&#039;ll make another relief stop later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him quizzically and tapped out &amp;lt;Who&#039;s Mike?&amp;gt; Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Mike Allen, the other SCABS horse. You met him while we got the paperwork done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Ah!&amp;gt; I sent, &amp;lt;He told me his name now is Wideload.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry gulped at that but said, &amp;quot;If that&#039;s what he wants to be called, so be it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He went over to the trailer and said, &amp;quot;Wideload, I&#039;m going to let you off for a bathroom break, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The horse&#039;s ears went straight up. He stared  at me, shocked, then back at Jerry. After a moment, he slowly nodded, then gave him the horselaugh. Jerry dropped the ramp, and Wideload walked carefully back out. He was even bigger than I&#039;d thought, a Clyde/Shire mix, and beautiful in his conformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over and said, &amp;quot;Well, you did want to be called Wideload, didn&#039;t you? Come on, the area I use is over here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I didn&#039;t know you could talk to humans!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In a roundabout way, through Morse code. I&#039;ve been using it for thirty years, and realized I could use it now, as well,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I can try to teach it to you, but I also know an easier code, that&#039;s quicker to learn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We finished quickly, then Wideload headed for the trailer, and I for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Thank you, one and all.&amp;gt; I tapped out. &amp;lt;Doc, for your kind help getting me through this. Martin, for helping with the Box and for translating.  Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, for your help and  the hope it brings for the future. From my heart, I thank you.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I turned and headed for the trailer, my new friend, and a long ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride to Doc Malcolm&#039;s home and large animal hospital only took twenty minutes - but I was overjoyed to get out of that trailer! I had only been a horse for a few hours, thanks (?) to the Martian Flu, and I was not yet used to the way I had to balance on four feet, let alone in a trailer. Every bump, stop, and start caused me to bang around inside that tin box, so when Doc Malcolm lowered the tailgate, I all but leaped out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Easy, James, easy!&amp;quot; he laughed, then apologized, &amp;quot;Sorry, I should have warned you about the way a trailer rides. Rough, was it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded deeply, then looked around at my new home. A nice house, a good sized barn, and several other buildings made up the near part of the area, and I could see several large fields behind them. I could smell several other horses, some cattle and other animals whose scents I didn&#039;t yet recognize. Several large dogs came running over, and he stopped to wrestle with and pet them before he brought them over to introduce them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, these are my friends Ajax, Achilles, and Patrocleus. My wife has a cat we&#039;ve named Homer, since he can sing all night! And they&#039;re not Changed, just plain dogs. At the moment, you&#039;re the only Changed here. Boys, this is James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and sniffed at them, and they did the same with me. Their individual scents were amazingly clear, and my memory took them in and saved them, as I once would have the face of another human. They raced off, barking, and I turned my head to Doc Malcolm and cocked my head, to indicate &#039;What next?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come on, and I&#039;ll show you where you&#039;ll be staying in the barn, and introduce you to my staff and my wife. You&#039;ll need careful watching while you get used to your new body. I&#039;ll be available at all times, and I&#039;ll put an alarm switch in your stall so you can call me at need. If I&#039;m called away, one of the staff will answer. This isn&#039;t going to be easy for you, I&#039;ve worked with enough other radically Changed to know that, but we&#039;ll be there to help as best we can. You&#039;ll also need shoes, to save your hooves from wear, and some injections for equine specific diseases, but that can wait a few days. If you&#039;ll step this way?&amp;quot; he said, and we walked off to look over the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last month had been...interesting. Going from a human, with hands, speech, and a future, to suddenly being a horse was incredibly difficult. Just learning how my new body worked was - strange. Getting used to the wide angle and poor resolution of my new eyes was only one of the many changes. I found, to my intense relief, that I could still read, but only on a special enlarging screen Dr. Malcolm had installed in the SCABS quarters. I spent a fair amount of time the first few days reading up on equine behavior, anatomy, nomenclature, and illnesses, gaining a fuller understanding of my new self in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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The suddenly massively enhanced senses of smell and hearing, the way my body now felt, having a tail, being able to shudder my skin...all of them took time to get used to. To say nothing of getting the reactions and normal body functions under control; that alone took weeks. The first time I dropped and took a leak was a total surprise. Getting that and elimination under my control was a job, like toilet training all over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing I discovered, while standing under a tree in the pasture and thinking over my problems, was that there was a secondary - mind? - in here with me. I had drifted into deep thought, and was suddenly startled to find that I was grazing! I held my self...aside...and watched for a bit. It turned out that there were a set of what I guess could be called subroutines, instincts and reactions built into the body, that amounted to a horse mind that took over when I was distracted. It instantly surrendered control when I became aware again, but it was strange, and again, took time to get used too.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having steel shoes nailed to my hooves (an odd feeling in itself) I had to relearn to walk. Then, I had to learn to trot, to canter, and finally, to gallop; that alone had taken most of the month. But, I was determined to be what I now was to the fullest extent, and I had nothing but time to work at it. The worst problem was the difference in sleep patterns. As a human, I needed at least six to eight hours of solid, unbroken sleep. But, I found a horse doesn&#039;t sleep that way. A horse takes short sleep breaks of a couple of hours, during which the senses are much more active than in a human. The first time I suddenly woke, startled by a noise, was very frightening. Dr. Malcolm had been nearby, at his desk in the barn doing paperwork on me, and was able to quickly calm me down and explain what had happened. I learned, and, gradually, I was getting used to my new self. If I missed any one thing, though, it was being able to talk. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James? Hey, James, you in here? The Doc said you were,&amp;quot; someone called from the barn door.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day was warm, and I was dozing in my special box in the barn. Hearing my name being called woke me; I walked over to the open stall door and put my head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn! Is that you, James?&amp;quot; It was Martin, my Ham Radio friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, as he came over, went to where I&#039;d put a piece of board on the floor, and started tapping. The dot/dash (or in my case, tap/thump) rhythms of Morse code came rippling forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;hi, Martin, don&#039;t u recognize my long face?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I sure don&#039;t!&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;Oh, man, that Martian bug got you but good, didn&#039;t it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, &amp;lt;Boy, did it ever! Thanks for coming! I&#039;m so glad to have someone to talk to who understands code! I&#039;ve been trying to teach it to the Doc, but he&#039;s slower than molasses on Pluto! Did you bring the gear? The other horses don&#039;t really have anything to say and I&#039;m desperate to talk to people again!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can talk to the horses?&amp;quot; said Martin, startled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped &amp;lt;Sure can, but they are real horses and they don&#039;t have much to say. If the Doc hadn&#039;t rigged an old TV and stereo in here for me, I&#039;d probably go nuts from boredom.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I think I know what you mean.&amp;quot; he commiserated, &amp;quot;It&#039;s like being on a really strict job, one where you can&#039;t even use a headphone radio, let alone chat with your neighbor.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;that&#039;s closer than you&#039;d believe!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin took a deep breath, then said, &amp;quot;James, about that code reader box. I contacted the engineer who originally designed the reader you sold me. I explained your problem, and he very sympathetic. He has a cousin who has SCABS too, and he had some ideas that he wanted to work on for you. You wouldn&#039;t know, but I never used that box. I found a code reader program on the web. I ran a lead from the speaker output of the rig to the input of the audio card in my PC, and that worked even better. The engineer and I have been working on something along that line. So, what I need now is a sample of you tapping out code, so we can figure out how to make the gadget interpret what its hearing. I brought my old cassette recorder, and if you&#039;ll provide the sample, we should be able to have a ...&#039;talking box&#039; for you in a week or so. OK?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded again, disappointed, but intrigued by what he had planned. &amp;lt;OK,&amp;gt; I said, &amp;lt;turn on your recorder, and I&#039;ll tap and thump all you want!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Things must have gone better than he&#039;d hoped, because Martin and someone else showed up again in three days. I was grazing out in the pasture when I saw Martin&#039;s car pull up to the Doc&#039;s office. I trotted down to the fence and watched as they got out. Martin saw me and waved. I whinny&#039;d back, then he walked into the office to speak with Dr. Malcolm. I carefully opened the gate, walked through, then closed and latched it to keep the real horses from getting out. (I did that regularly; it spooked the hell out of a new employee who didn&#039;t know about me yet!) I walked over to the office and stood, waiting to find out what was up&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm, Martin and the other man came out of the office and walked up to me. Martin said, &amp;quot;James, this is Mr. Shaynes, the engineer I talked to about your problem. We have something to try out. He wanted to meet you, and see if there are any problems with the gadget.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my gaze to Mr. Shaynes, nodded at him as a greeting. I reached back and pulled the piece of wood I used as a sounder from the ID collar and set it on the ground, then tapped out, &amp;lt;Hello, Mister Shaynes. I&#039;m James Maxwell, and Martin has told me of your help with this. My deepest thanks for your kind aid.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a Ham too, James, and I read code. I&#039;d offer to shake hands, but we&#039;d probably have a problem there. I hope the device we&#039;ve built will work for you. I&#039;m very interested in seeing it translating, so why don&#039;t we get it set up and let you try it out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin had walked over to the car; now, he brought out a case and a small folding table. He brought them over, set up the table, put the case on it, then opened it with a flourish. In the case was what looked like a laptop computer, minus the keyboard and mouse pad, with a cable hanging from it, leading to a battery pack with a large bat handle switch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is what we&#039;ve come up with, James,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You turn on the power with the switch, and input code through a wireless mike we&#039;ll attach to your hoof. The receiver puts out audio, into the computer, which should display it on the screen. We tested it with the recording you made, but now we need to have you do it live. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then lifted a hoof and held it out. They rubber banded the mike in place, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turn it on, James. We need to make this a complete test,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I carefully felt for the switch. I can&#039;t see my nose but the whiskers around my lips told me where the switch was, and I flipped it on. The unit came to life with a muted whine, so high pitched I didn&#039;t think the humans heard it. The LCD panel lit up, along with the power light. I gave it a moment, then started tapping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the quick red horse ran over the bright green grass in the summer sunshine - is that enough?&amp;gt; I sent, then looked at the screen. I couldn&#039;t read it, the print was too small, but there was something on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It works, it works!&amp;quot; Martin cried, &amp;quot;All right, we did it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you did,&amp;quot; said Dr. Malcolm. &amp;quot;My congratulations to you all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Shaynes smiled, then said, &amp;quot;I&#039;ve got another idea or two for it, but I can work on them after we get this version cased and ready for you to wear, James. I know how eager you must be to be able to talk again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;You got that right, Mr. Shaynes! That&#039;s about the worst part about this!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They removed the mike from my hoof, packed the equipment and table, then got back in the car and drove off. I sighed. Doc Malcolm patted my shoulder, then said, &amp;quot;Now you have something to look forward to. Congratulations on having such loyal friends!&amp;quot; I nodded, then turned and walked back to the pasture, my spirits high.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were back the next day. I was in my box in the stable, dozing, when I heard the car approaching, being chased by the dogs. I put my head out, and watched as they pulled up at the office. Doc Malcolm came out and spoke with them, then they got the equipment out of the car and walked over to the stable. I stepped out into the aisle and waited impatiently, nervously shifting my weight from hoof to hoof, as they came in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here it is, James!&amp;quot; Martin called, and I saw that they had enclosed it in a clear plastic box to weatherproof it. &amp;quot;The batteries are a standard laptop type, and we brought a spare to charge while the first is in use. You&#039;ll have to have someone change it for you, but it should last a long time, since it doesn&#039;t have a lot of the load a real laptop would have. The code program is burned on a prom, so we did away with the hard drive, and the audio card is built in, and without an output for the moment. The display will be the main draw, and we set the back light so it only turns up brightly in the dark, which will drop the power need even more. Depending on how much you have to say, you can probably get several days of use out of one battery.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, understanding what they had done. Far more clever than I had thought of myself, I&#039;d only thought to try something with the reader box. But, they&#039;d gone far beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lets get it installed - we got measurements on a collar like yours and we can attach it to that, with the battery serving as a counterweight on the other side,&amp;quot; Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He and Mr. Shaynes got busy, and shortly thereafter, they had it securely mounted. It wasn&#039;t very heavy at all; a little awkward, but I could get used to that. I wondered how it would take the shaking of trotting and galloping, but, when I asked, they had thought about it and had put in flexible shock mounts -  they should take it in stride, they laughed. I snorted at their amusement, then gave them the horse laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, I did some thinking about that mike,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;My original thought of simply gluing to your hoof has problems. Hooves grow, like finger nails, and have to be trimmed. So after a while, the mike would have to be broken loose and repositioned, with a good chance of damage. So, what I&#039;ve decided to try is a sleeve wrapped around your lower foreleg. It should pick up the tapping all right, yet be in a safe place. So, we need to wrap it on. We&#039;ll give you a few days to work with the system, then we&#039;ll be back to see how it works, field any complaints, and finish the unit for you. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, again, held out my hoof. They wrapped the mike on, then closed the Velcro straps that held it in place. I put my hoof back down, then said, via the box, &amp;lt;Thank you, Martin, and you, Mr. Shaynes. You can&#039;t believe how much this means to me. Again, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin shuffled his feet, then said, &amp;quot;James, you must know that this has cost a fair bit of money and time. I took several days off at the firm - if I hadn&#039;t been a senior partner, there might have been things said, and I provided the funds. Not a problem for me, being a lawyer has some advantages! But Mr. Shaynes has worked evenings and weekends to get this done, and normally his time isn&#039;t cheap. What I&#039;m saying is we want some recompense. We want your permission to publish a couple of articles, one in QST, and in a couple of technical magazines, in Mr. Shaynes case. We want some pictures of you using the talking box, to illustrate the articles. Is that all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted in astonishment. They would ask so little, after giving me such a gift? I closed my eyes, wishing that I could still cry. I prayed to Epona and the Gods to thank these wonderful people with a blessing. I felt so humbled, of course I&#039;d do as they asked! I opened my eyes, looked at them, and sent, &amp;lt;Of course you have my permission! And, Doc, I know you&#039;ve mentioned an article in the SCABS medical journals about the talking box, please do it. My friends, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Again, my most humble thanks.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned, and pulled a small digital camera from his pocket. &amp;quot;I hoped you&#039;d feel that way, and came prepared!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had taken a number of pictures of me using the box both in the barn and in the pasture, they prepared to leave. I walked over to the car with them, then Mr. Shaynes stopped, seeming to remember something. He said, &amp;quot;James, do you have any recordings of you talking? I know it&#039;s unusual, but I thought I&#039;d ask.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him in astonishment. &amp;lt; Why, yes, I do, at my home. I used to volunteer to read stories and books aloud for the Talking Books for the Blind Project, and kept copies for myself. They&#039;re on tapes in my den. Why do you ask? &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got an idea. I won&#039;t go further, as it may not work, but I need them.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Can I get your house keys?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Of course, &amp;gt; I replied, and nosed at the pouch they were in. He got them out, and I said, &amp;lt; The tapes are in a black case on one of the bookshelves - the only black one. &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll copy them to CD and put them back,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll return the keys when we come to check the performance of the box, next week. See you then!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got in the car, and they drove off. I watched them leave, puzzled, then turned to Doc Malcolm and said, &amp;lt; I wonder what that was about? &amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed with delight. &amp;quot;I can&#039;t even guess, but having you just ask that question like that, to talk again - I&#039;m almost overwhelmed!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized what I&#039;d just done - to simply talk again! I shook my head, then gave a snicker. &amp;lt; Doc, you may regret this - you may have trouble shutting me up! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I eagerly waited for my friends return at the end of the week, but Doc came to the pasture and told me they&#039;d called and said they&#039;d be delayed, but would be there in a couple of days. I was disappointed, and asked Doc if they&#039;d said why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;just that something wouldn&#039;t be finished till then. And, before you ask, they didn&#039;t say what.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grumbled to myself, but thanked Doc for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;For that matter, I&#039;ve been getting some paperwork involving you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;When they get here, I&#039;ll bring it out and we can discuss it. Your lawyer buddy may get some work out of this after all. Later, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and went back to dozing, standing under my favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, I knew the sound of Martin&#039;s Cadillac, and when I heard it down on the road, I raced over to the gate, and was standing by the house when they pulled up. Doc had seen me coming, realized what that meant, and was passing through the back door. I was dancing with anticipation, and I pulled out the (by now heavily dented and scarred) piece of oak board and set it down. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; Hello, and welcome, my friends! &amp;gt; I said. &amp;lt; I can report the talking box really works well, and has stood up to almost constant usage! &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc laughed, and said, &amp;quot;He means it too! He&#039;s been talking with everybody here, and then someone fed him a carrot. He&#039;s pestered my poor wife almost to distraction, and she finally told him if he put his head in her kitchen again, she&#039;d crown him with a frying pan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That got a laugh from everyone. I drooped my ears to the sides and lowered my head, then said, mournfully, &amp;lt; I apologized for that, and I&#039;ve hardly asked her at all since... &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, but what you&#039;ve done to my poor orchard!&amp;quot; the Doc said. &amp;quot;He almost stripped the lower limbs of a couple of apple trees! He&#039;s been a different horse since you left that box on him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That provoked even more laughing, but then Mr. Shaynes said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry, James, but we&#039;ll have to remove it for a little while. We&#039;ve come up with a modification for it, and I think it will please you. Oh, and here are your keys back. I had some trouble getting permission to get in, the government&#039;s gotten involved for some reason, and were taking an inventory for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc&#039;s face tightened, and he said, &amp;quot;I know something about that, and I&#039;ll discuss it with you when you get done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him. He was upset about whatever it was. I began to feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, we still need to work on the box,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;If you&#039;ll stand still, James, this shouldn&#039;t take long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They cut the ties that held the box and battery in place. Martin set up the folding table and put the box on it. Mr. Shaynes got a small box of tools out of the car and the Doc brought out a chair so he could sit and work. He started by unsealing the case, then removed the unit and set it upside down on the table. He unscrewed the back, and opened up the lower section. I moved to watch over his shoulder. He looked up and asked me to move as I was blocking the light. I stepped over to the side, but continued to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, but this brings back memories,&amp;quot; I thought to myself. I had done this kind of work for decades. &amp;quot;Never again, though,&amp;quot; I sighed, looking at my hooves and lamenting the loss of my hands. I couldn&#039;t really see what he was doing now, and thought about cadging a carrot. They tasted really good now...but, one knot on the head was plenty!&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted away from my friends for a drink out of the water trough, then came back. The box was making noises now, as Mr. Shaynes made a test. I saw a couple of empty chip carriers on the table, and saw that he&#039;d installed another switch, this one in the plastic case. My curiosity was growing fast, as I tried to figure out what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, he turned around and looked at me. &amp;quot;James, I need you to say something for me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now we&#039;ll see how well my idea works.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Obligingly, I tapped out &amp;lt;something - will this do, or do you want more?&amp;gt; After a moment, I heard a thing I had never thought to hear again - my voice, saying &amp;quot;something - will this do...&amp;quot; I froze. It couldn&#039;t be! But, it was! I stared at him, in shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, that&#039;s your voice you&#039;re hearing.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;That&#039;s why we needed the voice tapes, and that we were late coming. I set up a way for the computer to translate your tapping into a word algorithm, then the machine looks up the word from a couple of proms with words in your voice on them, and sends it to the audio card and the speaker. It took a while to get it to work right, and even now it isn&#039;t quick on lookups. But the processor doesn&#039;t have much else to do, so it&#039;s slow only in machine terms. We&#039;ve given you back your voice, James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood, silent, with my mouth open. Then with a great whinny of joy, I whirled about and tore off across the yard at a full gallop. I slid to a halt, then gave a leap into the air, followed by a demonstration of jumping, twisting and bucking, out of sheer joy! I screamed with happiness, startling the other horses. The dogs joined in, barking, jumping, and chasing as I ran and jumped up and down the yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin, Mr. Shaynes and Doc Malcolm watched, laughing at my antics, then Mr. Shaynes returned to putting the machine back together, and the Doc walked into the house. I finally slowed to a halt, then went and got another drink. I walked slowly over to the table and stood, waiting for them to reattach the - now, literally - talking box. Mr. Shaynes resealed the plastic case, then he and Martin got it replaced on my harness.I reached back and flipped the power switch, and it whined to life.,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sirs,&amp;quot; I &#039;&#039;said&#039;&#039;. &amp;quot;I, I can&#039;t thank you enough. Just the screen for communication was great, but, this, this is a gift from beyond all hope. Thank you, thank, you, thank you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pressed my head against Mr. Shaynes chest, gently - as close to a hug as I could give these days. When I stepped back, he rubbed my muzzle affectionately, then said, &amp;quot;Its been a fun experiment, and I think it may even be patentable. Martin thinks so. I&#039;ll ask the company lawyer about that when I get back to work. James, my friend, its been a pleasure working with you. If you have any problems with the box, both Martin and Doc Malcolm have my number. Oh, the switch on the front of the case changes it from audio and screen to just screen, so you can give people a rest! Thank you, for having the imagination and courage to think of the code reader box and starting this rolling.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just then Doc and his wife came out of the house. He had a bundle of papers in his hand, but much more important, she had a bunch of carrots! I went over, dropped my head, and drooped my ears. Then, tapping, I said, &amp;quot;Mrs. Malcolm, may I please have a carrot?&amp;quot; She laughed, then held one out for me. I lipped at it, and gently took it from her hand into my mouth. Then, crunching with gusto, I said, &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; She giggled, then held out another. I took it blissfully, and again thanked her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The men laughed at us, then Doc said, &amp;quot;We need to talk about this paperwork. Lucie, I&#039;ll take those carrots and keep him happy for you. OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; she replied, then turned to me, shook her finger and said, &amp;quot;But no more begging at my window!&amp;quot; I hung my head and said, &amp;quot;Yes, Ma&#039;am! One knot is plenty!&amp;quot; She giggled again, then went back inside. We all watched her go, a pretty, pleasant lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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Doc cleared his throat, to get our attention. &amp;quot;James, I hate to spoil such a happy day, but, I&#039;ve received some papers from the Department of Health and Human Services. They&#039;ve been paying for your stay here, but they&#039;re coming for you in a week. You&#039;re to be transferred to the &#039;ranch&#039; they have set up for large animal SCABS. And to pay for it, they&#039;ve filed in court to seize your property to pay for your &#039;treatment&#039;. Your house, car, and all belongings are to be sold, and your savings are confiscated too. Gentlemen, do you have any ideas?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The ride to Doc Malcolm&#039;s home and large animal hospital only took twenty minutes - but I was overjoyed to get out of that trailer! I had only been a horse for a few hours, thanks (?) to the Martian Flu, and I was not yet used to the way I had to balance on four feet, let alone in a trailer. Every bump, stop, and start caused me to bang around inside that tin box, so when Doc Malcolm lowered the tailgate, I all but leaped out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Easy, James, easy!&amp;quot; he laughed, then apologized, &amp;quot;Sorry, I should have warned you about the way a trailer rides. Rough, was it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded deeply, then looked around at my new home. A nice house, a good sized barn, and several other buildings made up the near part of the area, and I could see several large fields behind them. I could smell several other horses, some cattle and other animals whose scents I didn&#039;t yet recognize. Several large dogs came running over, and he stopped to wrestle with and pet them before he brought them over to introduce them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, these are my friends Ajax, Achilles, and Patrocleus. My wife has a cat we&#039;ve named Homer, since he can sing all night! And they&#039;re not Changed, just plain dogs. At the moment, you&#039;re the only Changed here. Boys, this is James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and sniffed at them, and they did the same with me. Their individual scents were amazingly clear, and my memory took them in and saved them, as I once would have the face of another human. They raced off, barking, and I turned my head to Doc Malcolm and cocked my head, to indicate &#039;What next?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Come on, and I&#039;ll show you where you&#039;ll be staying in the barn, and introduce you to my staff and my wife. You&#039;ll need careful watching while you get used to your new body. I&#039;ll be available at all times, and I&#039;ll put an alarm switch in your stall so you can call me at need. If I&#039;m called away, one of the staff will answer. This isn&#039;t going to be easy for you, I&#039;ve worked with enough other radically Changed to know that, but we&#039;ll be there to help as best we can. You&#039;ll also need shoes, to save your hooves from wear, and some injections for equine specific diseases, but that can wait a few days. If you&#039;ll step this way?&amp;quot; he said, and we walked off to look over the barn.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last month had been...interesting. Going from a human, with hands, speech, and a future, to suddenly being a horse was incredibly difficult. Just learning how my new body worked was - strange. Getting used to the wide angle and poor resolution of my new eyes was only one of the many changes. I found, to my intense relief, that I could still read, but only on a special enlarging screen Dr. Malcolm had installed in the SCABS quarters. I spent a fair amount of time the first few days reading up on equine behavior, anatomy, nomenclature, and illnesses, gaining a fuller understanding of my new self in the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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The suddenly massively enhanced senses of smell and hearing, the way my body now felt, having a tail, being able to shudder my skin...all of them took time to get used to. To say nothing of getting the reactions and normal body functions under control; that alone took weeks. The first time I dropped and took a leak was a total surprise. Getting that and elimination under my control was a job, like toilet training all over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing I discovered, while standing under a tree in the pasture and thinking over my problems, was that there was a secondary - mind? - in here with me. I had drifted into deep thought, and was suddenly startled to find that I was grazing! I held my self...aside...and watched for a bit. It turned out that there were a set of what I guess could be called subroutines, instincts and reactions built into the body, that amounted to a horse mind that took over when I was distracted. It instantly surrendered control when I became aware again, but it was strange, and again, took time to get used too.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having steel shoes nailed to my hooves (an odd feeling in itself) I had to relearn to walk. Then, I had to learn to trot, to canter, and finally, to gallop; that alone had taken most of the month. But, I was determined to be what I now was to the fullest extent, and I had nothing but time to work at it. The worst problem was the difference in sleep patterns. As a human, I needed at least six to eight hours of solid, unbroken sleep. But, I found a horse doesn&#039;t sleep that way. A horse takes short sleep breaks of a couple of hours, during which the senses are much more active than in a human. The first time I suddenly woke, startled by a noise, was very frightening. Dr. Malcolm had been nearby, at his desk in the barn doing paperwork on me, and was able to quickly calm me down and explain what had happened. I learned, and, gradually, I was getting used to my new self. If I missed any one thing, though, it was being able to talk. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James? Hey, James, you in here? The Doc said you were,&amp;quot; someone called from the barn door.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day was warm, and I was dozing in my special box in the barn. Hearing my name being called woke me; I walked over to the open stall door and put my head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn! Is that you, James?&amp;quot; It was Martin, my Ham Radio friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, as he came over, went to where I&#039;d put a piece of board on the floor, and started tapping. The dot/dash (or in my case, tap/thump) rhythms of Morse code came rippling forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;hi, Martin, don&#039;t u recognize my long face?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I sure don&#039;t!&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;Oh, man, that Martian bug got you but good, didn&#039;t it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, &amp;lt;Boy, did it ever! Thanks for coming! I&#039;m so glad to have someone to talk to who understands code! I&#039;ve been trying to teach it to the Doc, but he&#039;s slower than molasses on Pluto! Did you bring the gear? The other horses don&#039;t really have anything to say and I&#039;m desperate to talk to people again!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You can talk to the horses?&amp;quot; said Martin, startled.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped &amp;lt;Sure can, but they are real horses and they don&#039;t have much to say. If the Doc hadn&#039;t rigged an old TV and stereo in here for me, I&#039;d probably go nuts from boredom.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I think I know what you mean.&amp;quot; he commiserated, &amp;quot;It&#039;s like being on a really strict job, one where you can&#039;t even use a headphone radio, let alone chat with your neighbor.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;that&#039;s closer than you&#039;d believe!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin took a deep breath, then said, &amp;quot;James, about that code reader box. I contacted the engineer who originally designed the reader you sold me. I explained your problem, and he very sympathetic. He has a cousin who has SCABS too, and he had some ideas that he wanted to work on for you. You wouldn&#039;t know, but I never used that box. I found a code reader program on the web. I ran a lead from the speaker output of the rig to the input of the audio card in my PC, and that worked even better. The engineer and I have been working on something along that line. So, what I need now is a sample of you tapping out code, so we can figure out how to make the gadget interpret what its hearing. I brought my old cassette recorder, and if you&#039;ll provide the sample, we should be able to have a ...&#039;talking box&#039; for you in a week or so. OK?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded again, disappointed, but intrigued by what he had planned. &amp;lt;OK,&amp;gt; I said, &amp;lt;turn on your recorder, and I&#039;ll tap and thump all you want!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Things must have gone better than he&#039;d hoped, because Martin and someone else showed up again in three days. I was grazing out in the pasture when I saw Martin&#039;s car pull up to the Doc&#039;s office. I trotted down to the fence and watched as they got out. Martin saw me and waved. I whinny&#039;d back, then he walked into the office to speak with Dr. Malcolm. I carefully opened the gate, walked through, then closed and latched it to keep the real horses from getting out. (I did that regularly; it spooked the hell out of a new employee who didn&#039;t know about me yet!) I walked over to the office and stood, waiting to find out what was up&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm, Martin and the other man came out of the office and walked up to me. Martin said, &amp;quot;James, this is Mr. Shaynes, the engineer I talked to about your problem. We have something to try out. He wanted to meet you, and see if there are any problems with the gadget.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my gaze to Mr. Shaynes, nodded at him as a greeting. I reached back and pulled the piece of wood I used as a sounder from the ID collar and set it on the ground, then tapped out, &amp;lt;Hello, Mister Shaynes. I&#039;m James Maxwell, and Martin has told me of your help with this. My deepest thanks for your kind aid.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a Ham too, James, and I read code. I&#039;d offer to shake hands, but we&#039;d probably have a problem there. I hope the device we&#039;ve built will work for you. I&#039;m very interested in seeing it translating, so why don&#039;t we get it set up and let you try it out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin had walked over to the car; now, he brought out a case and a small folding table. He brought them over, set up the table, put the case on it, then opened it with a flourish. In the case was what looked like a laptop computer, minus the keyboard and mouse pad, with a cable hanging from it, leading to a battery pack with a large bat handle switch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is what we&#039;ve come up with, James,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You turn on the power with the switch, and input code through a wireless mike we&#039;ll attach to your hoof. The receiver puts out audio, into the computer, which should display it on the screen. We tested it with the recording you made, but now we need to have you do it live. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then lifted a hoof and held it out. They rubber banded the mike in place, then stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Turn it on, James. We need to make this a complete test,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I carefully felt for the switch. I can&#039;t see my nose but the whiskers around my lips told me where the switch was, and I flipped it on. The unit came to life with a muted whine, so high pitched I didn&#039;t think the humans heard it. The LCD panel lit up, along with the power light. I gave it a moment, then started tapping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the quick red horse ran over the bright green grass in the summer sunshine - is that enough?&amp;gt; I sent, then looked at the screen. I couldn&#039;t read it, the print was too small, but there was something on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It works, it works!&amp;quot; Martin cried, &amp;quot;All right, we did it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you did,&amp;quot; said Dr. Malcolm. &amp;quot;My congratulations to you all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Shaynes smiled, then said, &amp;quot;I&#039;ve got another idea or two for it, but I can work on them after we get this version cased and ready for you to wear, James. I know how eager you must be to be able to talk again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped &amp;lt;You got that right, Mr. Shaynes! That&#039;s about the worst part about this!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They removed the mike from my hoof, packed the equipment and table, then got back in the car and drove off. I sighed. Doc Malcolm patted my shoulder, then said, &amp;quot;Now you have something to look forward to. Congratulations on having such loyal friends!&amp;quot; I nodded, then turned and walked back to the pasture, my spirits high.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were back the next day. I was in my box in the stable, dozing, when I heard the car approaching, being chased by the dogs. I put my head out, and watched as they pulled up at the office. Doc Malcolm came out and spoke with them, then they got the equipment out of the car and walked over to the stable. I stepped out into the aisle and waited impatiently, nervously shifting my weight from hoof to hoof, as they came in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here it is, James!&amp;quot; Martin called, and I saw that they had enclosed it in a clear plastic box to weatherproof it. &amp;quot;The batteries are a standard laptop type, and we brought a spare to charge while the first is in use. You&#039;ll have to have someone change it for you, but it should last a long time, since it doesn&#039;t have a lot of the load a real laptop would have. The code program is burned on a prom, so we did away with the hard drive, and the audio card is built in, and without an output for the moment. The display will be the main draw, and we set the back light so it only turns up brightly in the dark, which will drop the power need even more. Depending on how much you have to say, you can probably get several days of use out of one battery.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, understanding what they had done. Far more clever than I had thought of myself, I&#039;d only thought to try something with the reader box. But, they&#039;d gone far beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lets get it installed - we got measurements on a collar like yours and we can attach it to that, with the battery serving as a counterweight on the other side,&amp;quot; Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He and Mr. Shaynes got busy, and shortly thereafter, they had it securely mounted. It wasn&#039;t very heavy at all; a little awkward, but I could get used to that. I wondered how it would take the shaking of trotting and galloping, but, when I asked, they had thought about it and had put in flexible shock mounts -  they should take it in stride, they laughed. I snorted at their amusement, then gave them the horse laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, I did some thinking about that mike,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;My original thought of simply gluing to your hoof has problems. Hooves grow, like finger nails, and have to be trimmed. So after a while, the mike would have to be broken loose and repositioned, with a good chance of damage. So, what I&#039;ve decided to try is a sleeve wrapped around your lower foreleg. It should pick up the tapping all right, yet be in a safe place. So, we need to wrap it on. We&#039;ll give you a few days to work with the system, then we&#039;ll be back to see how it works, field any complaints, and finish the unit for you. OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then, again, held out my hoof. They wrapped the mike on, then closed the Velcro straps that held it in place. I put my hoof back down, then said, via the box, &amp;lt;Thank you, Martin, and you, Mr. Shaynes. You can&#039;t believe how much this means to me. Again, my deepest, most heartfelt thanks!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin shuffled his feet, then said, &amp;quot;James, you must know that this has cost a fair bit of money and time. I took several days off at the firm - if I hadn&#039;t been a senior partner, there might have been things said, and I provided the funds. Not a problem for me, being a lawyer has some advantages! But Mr. Shaynes has worked evenings and weekends to get this done, and normally his time isn&#039;t cheap. What I&#039;m saying is we want some recompense. We want your permission to publish a couple of articles, one in QST, and in a couple of technical magazines, in Mr. Shaynes case. We want some pictures of you using the talking box, to illustrate the articles. Is that all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted in astonishment. They would ask so little, after giving me such a gift? I closed my eyes, wishing that I could still cry. I prayed to Epona and the Gods to thank these wonderful people with a blessing. I felt so humbled, of course I&#039;d do as they asked! I opened my eyes, looked at them, and sent, &amp;lt;Of course you have my permission! And, Doc, I know you&#039;ve mentioned an article in the SCABS medical journals about the talking box, please do it. My friends, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Again, my most humble thanks.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned, and pulled a small digital camera from his pocket. &amp;quot;I hoped you&#039;d feel that way, and came prepared!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After they had taken a number of pictures of me using the box both in the barn and in the pasture, they prepared to leave. I walked over to the car with them, then Mr. Shaynes stopped, seeming to remember something. He said, &amp;quot;James, do you have any recordings of you talking? I know it&#039;s unusual, but I thought I&#039;d ask.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him in astonishment. &amp;lt;Why, yes, I do, at my home. I used to volunteer to read stories and books aloud for the Talking Books for the Blind Project, and kept copies for myself. They&#039;re on tapes in my den. Why do you ask?&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got an idea. I won&#039;t go further, as it may not work, but I need them.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Can I get your house keys?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Of course,&amp;gt; I replied, and nosed at the pouch they were in. He got them out, and I said &amp;lt;The tapes are in a black case on one of the bookshelves - the only black one.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll copy them to CD and put them back.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll return the keys when we come to check the performance of the box, next week. See you then!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got in the car, and they drove off. I watched them leave, puzzled, then turned to Doc Malcolm and said, &amp;lt;I wonder what that was about?&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed with delight. &amp;quot;I can&#039;t even guess, but having you just ask that question like that, to talk again - I&#039;m almost overwhelmed!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized what I&#039;d just done - to simply talk again! I shook my head, then gave a snicker. &amp;lt;Doc, you may regret this - you may have trouble shutting me up!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I eagerly waited for my friends return at the end of the week, but Doc came to the pasture and told me they&#039;d called and said they&#039;d be delayed, but would be there in a couple of days. I was disappointed, and asked Doc if they&#039;d said why.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;just that something wouldn&#039;t be finished till then. And, before you ask, they didn&#039;t say what.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I grumbled to myself, but thanked Doc for telling me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;For that matter, I&#039;ve been getting some paperwork involving you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;When they get here, I&#039;ll bring it out and we can discuss it. Your lawyer buddy may get some work out of this after all. Later, OK?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and went back to dozing, standing under my favorite tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, I knew the sound of Martin&#039;s Cadillac, and when I heard it down on the road, I raced over to the gate, and was standing by the house when they pulled up. Doc had seen me coming, realized what that meant, and was passing through the back door. I was dancing with anticipation, and I pulled out the (by now heavily dented and scarred) piece of oak board and set it down. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Hello, and welcome, my friends!&amp;gt; I said. &amp;lt;I can report the talking box really works well, and has stood up to almost constant usage!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc laughed, and said, &amp;quot;He means it too! He&#039;s been talking with everybody here, and then someone fed him a carrot. He&#039;s pestered my poor wife almost to distraction, and she finally told him if he put his head in her kitchen again, she&#039;d crown him with a frying pan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That got a laugh from everyone. I drooped my ears to the sides and lowered my head, then said, mournfully, &amp;lt;I apologized for that, and I&#039;ve hardly asked her at all since...&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, but what you&#039;ve done to my poor orchard!&amp;quot; the Doc said. &amp;quot;He almost stripped the lower limbs of a couple of apple trees! He&#039;s been a different horse since you left that box on him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That provoked even more laughing, but then Mr. Shaynes said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry, James, but we&#039;ll have to remove it for a little while. We&#039;ve come up with a modification for it, and I think it will please you. Oh, and here are your keys back. I had some trouble getting permission to get in, the government&#039;s gotten involved for some reason, and were taking an inventory for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc&#039;s face tightened, and he said, &amp;quot;I know something about that, and I&#039;ll discuss it with you when you get done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him. He was upset about whatever it was. I began to feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, we still need to work on the box,&amp;quot; Mr. Shaynes said. &amp;quot;If you&#039;ll stand still, James, this shouldn&#039;t take long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They cut the ties that held the box and battery in place. Martin set up the folding table and put the box on it. Mr. Shaynes got a small box of tools out of the car and the Doc brought out a chair so he could sit and work. He started by unsealing the case, then removed the unit and set it upside down on the table. He unscrewed the back, and opened up the lower section. I moved to watch over his shoulder. He looked up and asked me to move as I was blocking the light. I stepped over to the side, but continued to watch. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, but this brings back memories,&amp;quot; I thought to myself. I had done this kind of work for decades. &amp;quot;Never again, though,&amp;quot; I sighed, looking at my hooves and lamenting the loss of my hands. I couldn&#039;t really see what he was doing now, and thought about cadging a carrot. They tasted really good now...but, one knot on the head was plenty!&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted away from my friends for a drink out of the water trough, then came back. The box was making noises now, as Mr. Shaynes made a test. I saw a couple of empty chip carriers on the table, and saw that he&#039;d installed another switch, this one in the plastic case. My curiosity was growing fast, as I tried to figure out what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, he turned around and looked at me. &amp;quot;James, I need you to say something for me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now we&#039;ll see how well my idea works.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Obligingly, I tapped out &amp;lt;something - will this do, or do you want more?&amp;gt; After a moment, I heard a thing I had never thought to hear again - my voice, saying &amp;quot;something - will this do...&amp;quot; I froze. It couldn&#039;t be! But, it was! I stared at him, in shock.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, that&#039;s your voice you&#039;re hearing.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;That&#039;s why we needed the voice tapes, and that we were late coming. I set up a way for the computer to translate your tapping into a word algorithm, then the machine looks up the word from a couple of proms with words in your voice on them, and sends it to the audio card and the speaker. It took a while to get it to work right, and even now it isn&#039;t quick on lookups. But the processor doesn&#039;t have much else to do, so it&#039;s slow only in machine terms. We&#039;ve given you back your voice, James.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood, silent, with my mouth open. Then with a great whinny of joy, I whirled about and tore off across the yard at a full gallop. I slid to a halt, then gave a leap into the air, followed by a demonstration of jumping, twisting and bucking, out of sheer joy! I screamed with happiness, startling the other horses. The dogs joined in, barking, jumping, and chasing as I ran and jumped up and down the yard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin, Mr. Shaynes and Doc Malcolm watched, laughing at my antics, then Mr. Shaynes returned to putting the machine back together, and the Doc walked into the house. I finally slowed to a halt, then went and got another drink. I walked slowly over to the table and stood, waiting for them to reattach the - now, literally - talking box. Mr. Shaynes resealed the plastic case, then he and Martin got it replaced on my harness.I reached back and flipped the power switch, and it whined to life.,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sirs,&amp;quot; I &#039;&#039;said&#039;&#039;. &amp;quot;I, I can&#039;t thank you enough. Just the screen for communication was great, but, this, this is a gift from beyond all hope. Thank you, thank, you, thank you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pressed my head against Mr. Shaynes chest, gently - as close to a hug as I could give these days. When I stepped back, he rubbed my muzzle affectionately, then said, &amp;quot;Its been a fun experiment, and I think it may even be patentable. Martin thinks so. I&#039;ll ask the company lawyer about that when I get back to work. James, my friend, its been a pleasure working with you. If you have any problems with the box, both Martin and Doc Malcolm have my number. Oh, the switch on the front of the case changes it from audio and screen to just screen, so you can give people a rest! Thank you, for having the imagination and courage to think of the code reader box and starting this rolling.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just then Doc and his wife came out of the house. He had a bundle of papers in his hand, but much more important, she had a bunch of carrots! I went over, dropped my head, and drooped my ears. Then, tapping, I said, &amp;quot;Mrs. Malcolm, may I please have a carrot?&amp;quot; She laughed, then held one out for me. I lipped at it, and gently took it from her hand into my mouth. Then, crunching with gusto, I said, &amp;quot;Thank you!&amp;quot; She giggled, then held out another. I took it blissfully, and again thanked her.&lt;br /&gt;
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The men laughed at us, then Doc said, &amp;quot;We need to talk about this paperwork. Lucie, I&#039;ll take those carrots and keep him happy for you. OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; she replied, then turned to me, shook her finger and said, &amp;quot;But no more begging at my window!&amp;quot; I hung my head and said, &amp;quot;Yes, Ma&#039;am! One knot is plenty!&amp;quot; She giggled again, then went back inside. We all watched her go, a pretty, pleasant lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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Doc cleared his throat, to get our attention. &amp;quot;James, I hate to spoil such a happy day, but, I&#039;ve received some papers from the Department of Health and Human Services. They&#039;ve been paying for your stay here, but they&#039;re coming for you in a week. You&#039;re to be transferred to the &#039;ranch&#039; they have set up for large animal SCABS. And to pay for it, they&#039;ve filed in court to seize your property to pay for your &#039;treatment&#039;. Your house, car, and all belongings are to be sold, and your savings are confiscated too. Gentlemen, do you have any ideas?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A beautiful, brilliant green field before me -- a  crystal-blue sky dotted with clouds -- I took a deep breath and sighed. It was a dream, of course; you just didn&#039;t see colors this rich in the so-called &#039;real world&#039;. And the air...ah! It was crisp and cool, its scents a match for the hues, and it smelled of life and growing things. Behind me, I heard a drumbeat of approaching hooves. I turned, and there She was: Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was...Gods, if I could find the words...superb, a glowing white, with deep blue eyes. I dropped to my knees in worship. She spoke to me, but the words made no sense. She tried again and again, but with no recognition on my part. Dimly, I felt my foot cramp back in the world of the real. The pain pulled at me, dragging me away. Then, just before I crossed the threshold, in the state called lucid dreaming, I understood Her. &amp;quot;I claim you as one of my own!&amp;quot; She cried. Then with a whinny of joy, She vanished. The cramp in my foot increased, then the other foot joined in. I couldn&#039;t move. Something strange was happening. I felt the bones, tendons and muscles of my legs altering, twisting and growing. The feeling raced up my legs, then my hands cramped and began to change. Change! That was what was happening! It had been years since the Martian virus began doing its thing with humans, and now, it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I could do was lie there and pray to the Gods that the agony would end soon. After a few minutes, I felt the bed slats start cracking, then, suddenly, they all went, dropping the mattress and me onto the floor. I felt the whole house shudder with the impact, then my flailing feet - hooves? - slammed into the foot board, tearing it away to crash against the far wall, and I slid partly off the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt very different, larger, more massive, and far less flexible. I couldn&#039;t move my arms to the sides, only front and back, nor could I touch my face. My hands felt cramped, stiff, and trying to reach out gave a loud bang as my &#039;hand&#039; slammed into the bed rails. I felt my ears twist around at each creak and groan.  I could see the clock from one eye, blurrily, and the red of the LED display was washed out, a pinkish grey instead of the bright red I knew it was. I felt an ear twist to point at it, and realized I could hear the transformer hummimg! Smells, good Gods, they were incredible - the fresh sheet reeked of soap, scorched cotton, and a scent I didn&#039;t recognize.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to raise my head for a look around and smacked my - nose? snout? muzzle? hard against the bottom of the headboard. The pain was incredible; I laid my head back on the pillow until it passed. In my neighborhood, the streetlights are few and far between; it was dark in the room. I realized that, in the blackness, I couldn&#039;t do anything. With that, I decided to try to go back to sleep and wait out the hours until dawn as best as I could. My mind wouldn&#039;t quiet easily and I wondered what I was. A quadruped of some sort and a large one, but what kind?  Bovine? Equine? Cervine? Maybe a Buffalo?  I did a breathing meditation - which felt strange - and gradually, my mind calmed and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d had the Martian Flu, as had so many other people, shortly after the return of  NASA&#039;s Beagle II probe. For a while afterwards, it seemed like the world was falling apart. People weren&#039;t able to work, the power went off, followed by the loss of water pressure. Food deliveries to the stores stopped, and the shelves were quickly stripped bare. Worse, people were dying, in such numbers the morgues were overflowing and mass burials were done for public safety. Chaos, panic, and gangs of hungry, scared people ruled. I and my Ham Radio friends had worked hard, helping the Police and Fire people try to keep some form of order by acting as communication backups after their systems failed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had been a frantic and terrible time. Eventually, as the survivors recovered  from the Flu and got back to work, the world slowly came back to a kind of order. The power and water returned, along with food deliveries, then TV, radio, and computer links. We began to see the other things that the Martian bug had done. We&#039;d seen people Changing, becoming animals, changing sex, even changing into intelligent machines. Families watched in terror as a loved one Changed. Thankfully, there weren&#039;t many, and we did what we could to help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course there wasn&#039;t often much we could do; in the end, we just recorded the Changed&#039;s names, addresses, and what they had become. Later, in our area, we invented distinctive collars to put on the deeply Changed, those who couldn&#039;t talk. With them on, everyone knew who they were and that they were human, not true animals. It had been a wildly crazy year, and, now, years later, it seemed it was my turn to Change.&lt;br /&gt;
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A shrieking scream assailed my ears, and I jerked all over in terror, flailing around trying to get away from the horrible noise. My ears folded flat against my head, and I opened my eyes to see that the room was now clearly lit. I realized that the hideous sound was the alarm clock, and I raised my hand to shut it off. There was a crash as my fore limb struck the night stand. The clock flew off and shattered against the wall, along with the table lamp. I froze, then remembered the night. I held the limb where I could see it - a slender, strong leg, black from the - wrist? - down, ending in a solid hoof.&lt;br /&gt;
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I raised my head carefully, remembering the painful bump in the dark and looked at my - new - body. &amp;quot;Oh, Gods,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;!&amp;quot; I concentrated, and my new tail flipped into view - also black, as were my legs from the - ankle? - down. I couldn&#039;t really tell what color my body was - the colors were too washed out. &amp;quot;Now what do I do?&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I don&#039;t know anything about horses. Damn it, I&#039;m a city boy! I&#039;ve ridden a horse three times in my life! I have no idea of how to handle one, let alone be one!&amp;quot; A sudden thought, and I raised my head again to check - &amp;quot;Whew! At least I&#039;m a Stallion!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved my limbs, one by one - everything worked and I could feel them. &amp;quot;Okay, now how do I get up?&amp;quot; I twisted and rolled back onto my stomach, then tried to put my fore legs out, but I couldn&#039;t get a good footing on the shifting mattress to lift myself. I folded them back under, and tried to raise my rump and get my back feet under me. It took some work, but, as they were on carpet, succeeded. Now, I put one foreleg down and pushed, bringing the other down as I rose. The mattress wasn&#039;t giving good footing at all, so, carefully, one limb at a time, I stepped over the broken bed rails into the open space by the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I had to get out the door, then down the stairs. I could see myself in the bureau mirror. A white streak down my - face? - from just below the ears, to just above my dark nose, and a black mane. &amp;quot;For a horse, I didn&#039;t look bad at all&amp;quot;, I thought, moving my head to look at myself. Weird - one eye was still on the mirror, and the other on my body. &amp;quot;This is going to take some time to get used to...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I put out a fore hoof, then moved the rear leg on the opposite side, then repeated on the other side. It felt like the right way to walk. Slowly, I walked to the door. It took some work and exhaling deeply, but I got through the door into the hall. I headed for the stairs, listening to the house creak and groan around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, merde, this ain&#039;t going to be easy,&amp;quot; I thought, looking down the stair. Fifteen steps, I&#039;d counted them often enough, and I wasn&#039;t sure the banister was wide enough to let me by. I carefully put a hoof on the first step, and began putting my weight on it. It creaked, then gave with a sharp crack. I backed off quickly, then bent my head down to examine it. It had broken across. The steps obviously couldn&#039;t carry my weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay, let&#039;s try this...&amp;quot; I placed a hoof on the end next to the wall and slowly increased my weight. It groaned, but held. I didn&#039;t trust it though. I&#039;d helped my daddy build the upstairs addition on the house when my little brother was born; I knew how we&#039;d put it up. The stairs were anchored with heavy lag screws, plenty to hold two hundred plus pound humans, but I had no idea how well they&#039;d hold something as big as I now was. I drew back again and thought about it. I really didn&#039;t want to hurt myself, but this is the only way down. &amp;quot;Can I do it quickly enough to be down safely before it gives?&amp;quot; I thought I could turn and leap from landing at the bottom into the living room, but first I had to get there. If I went slowly, the whole thing might tear loose and give a long drop, and at my current weight, that could do real damage to me. If I leaped, aiming about half way down, it would certainly collapse, but maybe I could be quick enough to leap to the landing. Having helped pour the cement for the landing&#039;s base, I wasn&#039;t worried about it collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No choice,&amp;quot; I thought. &amp;quot;Just do it!&amp;quot; I turned to line up down the stairs, marked the points I wanted my fore hooves to hit, then crouched and gathered myself. I flung my body down the stairs, hitting the edges of the step I&#039;d aimed for, and felt the whole staircase shudder violently. My hind feet came under me and I leapt again, hitting the landing, pivoting, and launching myself into the living room The staircase tore loose with a shriek, then fell with a huge crash and a cloud of plaster dust. I overshot the open area I&#039;d aimed for, and landed on the big throw rug. I skidded, then hit the couch and the wall going sideways. The whole house shook, the wall cracked and gave, clouds of dust came down from the ceiling, the windows shattered and pictures rained down on me. I lay there on what was left of the couch, dazed, for a few minutes. Then I realized, &amp;quot;I did it! I&#039;m down!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I got up and checked myself for damage: A few small cuts from flying glass and the picture frames, but my legs were ok! I shook myself all over, the glass and dust came off in a cloud. I stretched, finding some sore areas that were going to be bruises, then headed for the front door. It had sprung ajar, (even with the locks set!) from all the havoc I&#039;d raised, and I nosed it open. The screen door was no problem, so I headed outside, glad to be free of the house. I stood in the morning sunlight and took a deep breath. &amp;quot;Now what?&amp;quot; I thought. I tried to speak, but all that came out were horse noises.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a siren in the distance, getting louder rapidly. I guessed one of the neighbors had heard all the noise and called for help. I walked back over to the door and waited. A cop car skidded to a halt, followed closely by a fire truck, and two officers piled out, took a look, and stopped dead. I nodded at them and slowly walked over.&lt;br /&gt;
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This got him a withering glare from the Sergeant, who asked, &amp;quot;Are you the home owner?&amp;quot; I nodded vigorously. &amp;quot;SCABS?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded again. &amp;quot;No ID, of course?&amp;quot; I flipped my head at the house, and started walking for the door. The cops and the fire fighters followed.  I pointed my head up, then over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hell of a mess. Looks like you did some serious damage in there.&amp;quot; he said, then called to the firefighters, &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to need a ladder- he collapsed the stairs getting down them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A ladder was set up, and the officer climbed up and headed for my bedroom. He reappeared with my pants, climbed down, and withdrew my wallet and my driver&#039;s license. He quickly recorded my personal info, then ordered the rookie back to the car to get a pouched strap from the trunk. He set it in place around my neck and laced it up. He took my possessions from the pants; car and house keys, wallet, money, crystals and cell phone, then turned the pockets out in front of me to show they were empty and placed it all in the attached pouches and laced them closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed in relief. Now I could prove who I was, and the collar signified my humanity. He filled out the cards with my name and info, then slid them into the clear pockets provided for them. I nodded deeply in thanks, and he said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m calling a vet to check you over before we release you, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, and they went back to the squad.&lt;br /&gt;
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The firefighters looked around, checking the house for safety, then retrieved their ladder. One of them came over and said, &amp;quot;You did a real job on that wall. It&#039;ll need to be rebuilt before the house is safe, and you also shifted the whole structure off its foundation at that end. I don&#039;t think someone as big as you can live there, so you might want to sell it as is. I haven&#039;t a clue what the insurance company is going to think. We can get the door closed and locked, so at least it&#039;ll be secure for a while. Can I get out the key?&amp;quot; I nodded, he got the keys and closed up the house, then replaced them in the pouch. He headed back to his truck, where the radio was crackling with another emergency. He waved to the cop, who waved back, and the truck roared away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw my neighbor, Mr. Wilkinson, coming over, and the older cop went to talk to him. I pointed an ear that way, and heard everything clear as a bell. Mr. Wilkinson heard a loud crash from the house, followed by an even louder one, and saw the window glass flying, so he called 911, and waited until the cops showed up in case it was a gas leak or such. The cop explained the situation, and Mr. Wilkinson walked on over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, is that really you?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Oh, man. The home owners association ain&#039;t gonna like this.&amp;quot; he muttered. I nodded, remembering the (expensive) fight I&#039;d had with them to put up my tower and triband beam. &amp;quot;You know that clause about large animals. They&#039;ll use it on you for sure, especially after the way you embarrassed them the last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They continued talking to each other, ignoring me. I thought, &amp;quot;This lack of speech is even worse than no hands! There&#039;s got to be some way to communicate. My house, and all my possessions, what about them? And my personal papers? How can I get the insurance people...&amp;quot; I sank into my thoughts, worries and new difficulties blossoming at every turn. I was an &#039;&#039;animal&#039;&#039; now, one of Epona&#039;s children, a four hoofed, non-verbal &#039;&#039;beast&#039;&#039;, and everything that made a human life possible seemed to have been taken away. I began to feel the walls of restriction closing in and, with them, a feeling of desperation. I began to shiver as my future slowly closed itself off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so deeply into my problems that I paid no attention when another vehicle pulled up. I heard a conversation going on, but ignored it. Then, someone spoke to me, directly. I missed it the first time, but he kept trying and I finally noticed him. I came back to the world with a start. I shook my head and noticed  the man talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? Mr. Maxwell, we need to talk. Ah, &#039;&#039;there&#039;&#039; you are. I was beginning to worry. I&#039;ve lost a couple of people who got so deep in their troubles they just gave up before I could help them and became animals. They were fairly shallow personalities, though. From what your neighbor says, that&#039;s not you.&amp;quot; He was a younger looking  man, carefully standing away from me - &amp;quot;He must know about the behavior of startled horses,&amp;quot; I thought. I shook my head again, then looked directly at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, I&#039;m Doctor Shaun Malcolm, a vet and something of an expert on large animal SCABS. Now, from what the Officer said, you did some real damage to the house getting downstairs; let me look you over for any injuries, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, then stood still as he started his checks.&lt;br /&gt;
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He drew blood for testing - I was surprised at how little pain the needle stick gave - then he checked my legs and hooves, each in turn. He looked at my body, tisking at the cuts. &amp;quot;Got those getting down the stairs, right?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Well, that shows you&#039;ve courage and imagination, to do that. I had a lady patient who&#039;d Changed into a cow; her family eventually had to knock out the upstairs wall and rent a crane to get her down. Well. By now you&#039;re pretty thirsty, right?&amp;quot; I thought about it, realized he was right, and nodded. &amp;quot;Where&#039;s the outside tap? Go there and I&#039;ll get a bucket.&amp;quot; he said. He went over to his pickup. Meanwhile, I walked over to the tap on the back patio, and stood, waiting. He came back with a gallon pail, which he filled and set before me. &amp;quot;You&#039;ll find you can still suck.&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought back on all the old cowboy pictures I&#039;d seen, and realized he was right. I put my head down, and put my muzzle into the water - too far, I got it up my nose. I pulled my head up and snorted, spraying water, and he laughed. &amp;quot;I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve ever seen a SCAB do it right the first time. Don&#039;t worry, you&#039;ll very quickly get the knack. Just the lips, okay?&amp;quot; he said with a chuckle. I would have glared, but the smell of the water had made me very thirsty, so I tried again, more carefully this time. Oh, but that tasted &#039;&#039;good&#039;&#039;! I drank the pail dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Careful. If you do too much at one time, you&#039;ll hurt yourself. Wait a minute, and I&#039;ll get you more. While we&#039;re waiting, how old are you? Tap, please, tens first, then digits.&amp;quot; I did as he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, this body looks much younger than that in horse years. Lucky you, about five, I&#039;d say. Fully mature, but not much more. If anyone asks, tell them you&#039;re a &#039;blood&#039; bay in color, about sixteen hands high, and a &#039;warmblood,&#039; I think.&amp;quot; I had no idea what he was talking about, but I filed it away and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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After refilling the bucket, he went back to the truck while I drank. He came back with his veterinary kit, and a five gallon bucket full of something whose aroma was half food, half something else I didn&#039;t recognize. &amp;quot;By now, you&#039;re hungry.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I want you to eat all of this, it&#039;s a mix of horse chow and something else you&#039;ll need so you can digest it. I&#039;ve found that the Virus misses some things. While you&#039;re eating, I&#039;ll work on those cuts. Slowly, remember.&amp;quot; I dug in eagerly - it tasted even better than the water - but I remembered what he&#039;d said about being careful, and slowed down. Once the initial edge was off. I felt him working on the cuts, distantly, but I concentrated on eating. I began to realize that this was the true center of  equine existance: &#039;&#039;Food&#039;&#039;! I laughed and took a moment to slowly shake my head. So simple!&lt;br /&gt;
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I finished the bucket and stood, waiting, while he put it away. When he came back he said, &amp;quot;Is there anyone you&#039;d like to contact? Family? Friends?&amp;quot; I thought for a moment. My parents were long dead, my brother had died of the Flu. Oh, yes, Parsifal! He&#039;d need to know. I nodded at Dr. Malcolm, then nuzzled at my collar. &amp;quot;Cell phone?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got it out of the pouch and flipped it open. &amp;quot;What number?&amp;quot; he asked, and I tapped it out. He dialed, and I could hear the conversation clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sir, I&#039;m Dr. Malcolm, a local veterinarian. I have James Maxwell in my care, and he asked me to call you. He contracted SCABS overnight, and is now a horse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; Damn, it got Felix! How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; No, not Felix. James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh-sorry, sir. He&#039;s my best friend. We play in a reenactment group, and call each other by the names we play under. How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s him, sir. He took a little damage getting down the stairs from his bedroom, but he&#039;s fine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Great! Oh, sorry, name here&#039;s Scott Gilman. What are you going to do with him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The best thing would be to take him to my stable, until he&#039;s been shod, and is used to his new body.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started losing interest and returned to thinking on my troubles. I noticed, after a few minutes, that I was tapping out a rhythm with one hoof. Tap tap tap - tap tap tap tap - tap tap - thump. Nice beat. Oh, yeah, I remembered that piece, from an old American Gramophone Sampler album. It had started that way, then an airplane pass, then the music. I smiled to myself, remembering the laugh I&#039;d had when I suddenly realized what it was, and wondered if the record people ever knew. Then it struck me, like a hammer between the eyes, just what my subconscious was trying to tell me: &#039;&#039;I can talk&#039;&#039;!&lt;br /&gt;
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I let out a shrill whinny, and jumped in the air. I bucked and twisted, then reared. I was overjoyed! I could communicate! I stood and danced with joy. Dr. Malcolm jumped up against the house, out of my way and looked at me as if I&#039;d gone mad. Mr. Wilkinson and the cop came running over, the officer with his gun drawn. I turned to face them on dancing hooves, then settled down. &amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? What&#039;s wrong?&amp;quot; the vet asked. &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, hugely. then started in with a forehoof: tap tap tap - thump thump thump - tap tap tap. They looked at me, puzzled. I repeated it. &amp;quot;You&#039;re trying to indicate something?&amp;quot; Mr Wilkinson said. I looked at him and nodded; he was an old man, a World War Two vet, and more likely to recognize it than the younger men. I repeated, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, Mr.Wilkinson got it! &amp;quot;S O S--- that&#039;s the old S O S!&amp;quot; I nodded, danced for a moment, then tapped out my call sign, and looked up at my ham antenna.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He&#039;s sending Morse code!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson cried, &amp;quot;He&#039;s found a way to talk!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He may have, but I don&#039;t know Morse, and I&#039;ll bet few people do anymore.&amp;quot; said the cop, holstering his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked/danced over to my car, and nosed the license plate. &amp;quot;He told me he had a local radio in there, something about two meters. I&#039;ll bet we can scare up a local ham who knows code on that!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson said. I nodded again, joyfully. Dr. Malcolm slapped me on the back and said, &amp;quot;I knew you were a smart man. Congratulations! I suppose you want someone to get on that radio and call for help?&amp;quot; I nodded, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll handle that,&amp;quot; said the cop.&amp;quot;I&#039;m used to talking on the radio, and I can declare an emergency to make it legal.&amp;quot; Then he asked me, &amp;quot;Can I get out the keys?&amp;quot; Nod. He opened the car door and climbed in. &amp;quot;This it?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at the radio with its hanging mike. Nod. &amp;quot;Lets see...okay, power on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The radio came to life; two of my friends were chatting. I danced. The cop picked up the mike, and at the first lull in the conversation, closed the transmit key and said, &amp;quot;This is Officer Murray of the Grandview Police Department. I have an emergency and need someone who can read Morse code. Can anybody help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was silence for a moment, then, &amp;quot;This is WA0SJH, Officer, name is Martin. What can I do for you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got a SCABS patient here, name of James Maxwell. He&#039;s a horse, now. He&#039;s indicated he can communicate with Morse code, which no one here knows. I need someone to translate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A SCAB? Hoo-boy. What&#039;s his call sign, Officer? That&#039;s how we know each other.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re using his car radio, right?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;It&#039;d probably be on his license plate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;WD0FGW? Old James?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;Wow! Some people said he was a horse&#039;s ass, but not the whole animal!&amp;quot; came back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can you translate what he sends, please?&amp;quot; asked the officer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; Martin replied. The cop looked at me, closed the key, and said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;WA0SJH de WD0FGW hw cpy? k&amp;gt; and nodded at the cop. Martin repeated it back, and said, &amp;quot;Weird sound. He&#039;s using his hoof, right? Clean copy though.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, he&#039;s tapping on the driveway. He wants to send more,&amp;quot; he said, and held the mike for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I clattered out &amp;lt;Hlo Martin hrses ass hi hi bk remembr that code reader I sold u? think u culd rig it fr me?k&amp;gt; and nodded to the cop.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure James, I remember that box. Ran off the audio line from the rig. I don&#039;t see why we can&#039;t fake up a battery pack for power, and a mike for copy from your hoof. This is weird, though, talking with a horse! Betty ain&#039;t going to believe me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and the cop closed the key. &amp;lt;Great, Martin, es tnx. Ask the cop for where thr tkng me bk tnx agn and cu real sn I hpe 73 es 88 WA0SJH de WDOFGW sk&amp;gt; and nodded. Martin translated, the cop gave my friend the address as Dr. Malcolm supplied it, and I felt very happy. The cop thanked Martin for his help and shut down the rig, then climbed out, locked the car and put the keys back in the pouch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Malcolm walked with me over to the horse trailer, and I paused at the ramp. Walking up it, I discovered, was harder than it had any right to be. It wasn&#039;t just a simple slab of plywood; it was a milestone, a one way gate that marked the end of my previous life, and the start of a very different one.I took one last, lingering look at my home and all it had meant... turned, and climbed aboard the trailer. Dr. Malcolm closed the tailgate, then climbed into the truck and started it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we got to the truck, I asked Doc if he could take me by my old home. He laughed and said he&#039;d expected me to ask, and handed me the house keys from the marking harness. I smiled and put them in my jacket pocket. I suddenly laughed - I had pockets again, and things to put in them! Doc dropped the ramp, and I realized I had a problem - as a centaur, I was too tall to fit! I laughed again, then told Doc the problem. He pointed out the obvious solution, and I slid the clothes off together over my head, like I&#039;d done as a kid. I handed them to him and shifted back to horse. &amp;quot;Let me get the Talking Box off you before it gets damaged,&amp;quot; he said, and I bowed my head so he could remove it. He put my clothes and the Talking Box in the cab with him, then climbed in and started the engine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half an hour later, we pulled up outside my home. Doc dropped the ramp, and I backed out. I shifted to centaur, then he brought me the clothes. I dressed, then we went up to the house. &lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing I noticed was that the car was gone. Next was the somewhat overgrown state of the lawn, followed by the For Sale sign next door. I sighed. My elderly friend must have passed, and I didn&#039;t even know. I noted the realtor&#039;s name, and thought about talking to them about selling my home as well. We walked around the house, and I noticed the stirred up dirt around the end where they&#039;d set the house back on the foundation. The ham antenna and tower were gone, probably to the great satisfaction of the local Codes people. Overall, the place looked to be in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dug the key from me pocket as we came to the front door, then bent down to insert and twist it. The door opened easily, and I looked in. The stairs had been reset, and the broken plaster patched over and painted. I motioned to Doc to precede me, then carefully walked in. The carpet absorbed the blows of my shoes, but it was only in the entrance hall area. I went to the end of the carpet and looked around. The furniture was all gone, including a couple of pieces with family history. Those I&#039;d miss, even if I couldn&#039;t sit in them any more.&lt;br /&gt;
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The parlor was full of boxes, from where they&#039;d packed my stuff. From what I could see, all my books were packed, and my other belongings, ready to transport for sale somewhere. I was really glad I&#039;d been able to stop that! All my bow making gear, my arrow supplies, everything else was there, along with my ham set. I&#039;d have to get someone to move it all to a storage locker for the time being. I asked Doc to look around upstairs, and I turned around and walked back out front. He came back after a bit, and told me it was stripped, too - everything gone. I walked around back and looked in the kitchen door - empty as well. I sighed. I couldn&#039;t live here, I needed some place on a slab, not with a basement, but it hurt. This had been my home for half a century, and it hurt to sell it. I retrieved the hidden keys, then walked back to the truck, ready to leave. Doc checked all the locks - the house was tight. I removed my clothes again, while he dropped the ramp, and I took a last look around. I sighed, then went to horse and climbed in. We drove away again, this time for good.&lt;br /&gt;
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We arrived at Doc&#039;s home, and after he let me out, I walked over to the kitchen window and looked in. Fortunately, his wife wasn&#039;t there, so I trotted back to the barn and Changed, then dressed again. Doc and I walked back to the porch, where he took a seat and I carefully lay down. We chatted a bit, about the life of the herd and such down on the Ranch. He was fascinated as to how a horse herd looked from the inside, and I was happy to explain. After a bit, I heard Martins car coming, so I got up and moved out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned at me when he got out, then said, &amp;quot;You look much nicer, properly dressed!&amp;quot; We all laughed at that! Then Martin sat down and started pulling forms from his briefcase. &amp;quot;These are most of the documents from HHS freeing you on your own recognizance. There are still some being run through the bureaucracy, but they should be done within a week. You&#039;ll receive payment for your car, and such property as had been removed from the house and sold. The Department requires you to repay what they spent on fixing up the house as well. Your savings and checking accounts have been unfrozen and released to you, so you have operating funds available, All the documents in your safe deposit box will be returned as soon as possible, and the money from the insurance payment on the house damages are included in your savings.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mmm, I&#039;ll have to get down to the bank and reestablish my bonafides, I&#039;d guess,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Things have changed, and there may be problems.  I don&#039;t know if my ATM cards will work, and I&#039;ll need new checks, since mine are packed somewhere. I&#039;ll need new Identity documents for this form, maybe a new Driver&#039;s license, and I&#039;ll have to speak with Social Security too. Oh, man this is a real mess!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;True, but there are established procedures for it now,&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;A lot of the problems the first Changed faced have been used to set precedence, so you&#039;ll have it easier that they did.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, that&#039;s a relief,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I can start tending to them tomorrow, and get a large number of other things started too. I&#039;m going to have to see about finding another home, too. Large enough to be comfortable for this body, with a solid floor. I can make changes as needed, but, mmm, it&#039;ll need to be on some acreage too. I need grass in my diet, as well as hay and horse chow. Doc, can you put me up while I&#039;m getting my life back together?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Certainly,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;And I might know of a place like you described, as well. I&#039;ll give you directions tomorrow, as its not too far away.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks, Doc, I really appreciate the help and support you&#039;ve given all through this,&amp;quot; I said. &#039;Oh, yes. One further bit of unfinished business. Do you have the phone number of the Ranch? I need to speak with the Manager.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, I do,&amp;quot; he said. He took out his cell and dialed, then handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The phone rang several times, then a secretary picked up. &amp;quot;Fair Pastures SCABS Hostel, how may I help you?&amp;quot; she chirped happily, the face in the screen that of a pretty lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good day, Ma&#039;am,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I need to speak with Mr. Karnes, the Director, please.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;One moment, I&#039;ll see if he&#039;s in. May I say who&#039;s calling?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I have very important news for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Let me see,&amp;quot; she said, then the phone went to gentle &#039;hold&#039; music and abstract images.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, this is Mr. Karnes. How may I help you?&amp;quot; he said. The face was of the Director I knew, but in color.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sir, this is James Maxwell, a former patient of yours. I&#039;m calling to let you know I won&#039;t be returning to your facility, and to thank you for your help and aid in making my time there so much easier.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James Maxwell? James, the bay stallion? How are you talking? Is this some kind of joke?&amp;quot; he said, plainly puzzled. &amp;quot;You are most certainly not a horse, from this picture!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes sir, this is him. I found out how to become a centaur a number of weeks ago. I showed the court today that I could do so, and they have released me from the care of HHS. I&#039;ll hand the phone to my friend, so you can see me as I now am.&amp;quot; I handed the phone to Doc, who walked off several paces, and showed my entire body to the Director, then brought the phone back and handed it to me. &amp;quot;As you saw, I am now a centaur.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well!&amp;quot; he said in a somewhat stunned voice. &amp;quot;So you are! I hate to loose you. You were a major help here, and will certainly be missed. Remember, please, if you need us, we will always be happy to welcome you back. Is there anything else I can do for you?&amp;quot; he asked, clearly ending the call. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes sir, there is. I need to speak with Pastor Svenson. Can you take this phone down to him for me? Please?&amp;quot; I said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You two are brothers, right? And you&#039;re not going to be seeing him again.&amp;quot; he mused. &amp;quot;In that case, I&#039;ll do it. He should hear it from you. Let me put this on hold, and I&#039;ll be back when I get down there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you deeply,&amp;quot; I replied, and the phone went to soft music and pictures of the Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a while, but eventually the image of the Director reappeared. &amp;quot;I&#039;m here, and I&#039;ve summoned Pastor Svenson - ah, here he comes. If you want to speak with him, I can hold the phone up to his ear.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Please, sir, that would be best,&amp;quot; I said. I could hear and see a large part of the herd coming up behind him as well, then a rustle of hair, and a view of a white ear appeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Brother,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;I am free. I went to court this morning, and when they saw, HHS let me go. Show him.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a snort, then a strangled gasp from the Director, as Pastor Svenson, followed by the herd, went to centaur, followed by Homeric laughter as they saw the expression on the Director&#039;s face. Pastor Svenson reached down and picked the phone out of his frozen hand, then said, &amp;quot;Thank you, my brother, and I hope to meet you face to face some day. You have freed us all, and you have our gratitude. Farewell for now. God bless you and keep you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went blank. I handed it back to Doc, then laughed softly. For all of us, the future was open, again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scene: A small church, in southern Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Reverend Benson, I think you should see this. I taped it while you were at the rally.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What is it,&amp;quot; a deep voice replies, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This was on TV from Kansas City this morning. I taped it, since the person involved was a SCAB.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A few minutes of tape of the procedures of a court hearing, then...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well! A centaur! That&#039;s unusual, and he&#039;s free, too. A Servant of Satan, obviously. Find him and have a chastisement squad pay him a visit. A reinforced one, four people.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Reverend, as you command, so it shall be done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A beautiful, brilliant green field before me -- a  crystal-blue sky dotted with clouds -- I took a deep breath and sighed. It was a dream, of course; you just didn&#039;t see colors this rich in the so-called &#039;real world&#039;. And the air...ah! It was crisp and cool, its scents a match for the hues, and it smelled of life and growing things. Behind me, I heard a drumbeat of approaching hooves. I turned, and there She was: Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was...Gods, if I could find the words...superb, a glowing white, with deep blue eyes. I dropped to my knees in worship. She spoke to me, but the words made no sense. She tried again and again, but with no recognition on my part. Dimly, I felt my foot cramp back in the world of the real. The pain pulled at me, dragging me away. Then, just before I crossed the threshold, in the state called lucid dreaming, I understood Her. &amp;quot;I claim you as one of my own!&amp;quot; She cried. Then with a whinny of joy, She vanished. The cramp in my foot increased, then the other foot joined in. I couldn&#039;t move. Something strange was happening. I felt the bones, tendons and muscles of my legs altering, twisting and growing. The feeling raced up my legs, then my hands cramped and began to change. Change! That was what was happening! It had been years since the Martian virus began doing its thing with humans, and now, it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I could do was lie there and pray to the Gods that the agony would end soon. After a few minutes, I felt the bed slats start cracking, then, suddenly, they all went, dropping the mattress and me onto the floor. I felt the whole house shudder with the impact, then my flailing feet - hooves? - slammed into the foot board, tearing it away to crash against the far wall, and I slid partly off the mattress.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt very different, larger, more massive, and far less flexible. I couldn&#039;t move my arms to the sides, only front and back, nor could I touch my face. My hands felt cramped, stiff, and trying to reach out gave a loud bang as my &#039;hand&#039; slammed into the bed rails. I felt my ears twist around at each creak and groan.  I could see the clock from one eye, blurrily, and the red of the LED display was washed out, a pinkish grey instead of the bright red I knew it was. I felt an ear twist to point at it, and realized I could hear the transformer hummimg! Smells, good Gods, they were incredible - the fresh sheet reeked of soap, scorched cotton, and a scent I didn&#039;t recognize.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to raise my head for a look around and smacked my - nose? snout? muzzle? hard against the bottom of the headboard. The pain was incredible; I laid my head back on the pillow until it passed. In my neighborhood, the streetlights are few and far between; it was dark in the room. I realized that, in the blackness, I couldn&#039;t do anything. With that, I decided to try to go back to sleep and wait out the hours until dawn as best as I could. My mind wouldn&#039;t quiet easily and I wondered what I was. A quadruped of some sort and a large one, but what kind?  Bovine? Equine? Cervine? Maybe a Buffalo?  I did a breathing meditation - which felt strange - and gradually, my mind calmed and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d had the Martian Flu, as had so many other people, shortly after the return of  NASA&#039;s Beagle II probe. For a while afterwards, it seemed like the world was falling apart. People weren&#039;t able to work, the power went off, followed by the loss of water pressure. Food deliveries to the stores stopped, and the shelves were quickly stripped bare. Worse, people were dying, in such numbers the morgues were overflowing and mass burials were done for public safety. Chaos, panic, and gangs of hungry, scared people ruled. I and my Ham Radio friends had worked hard, helping the Police and Fire people try to keep some form of order by acting as communication backups after their systems failed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had been a frantic and terrible time. Eventually, as the survivors recovered  from the Flu and got back to work, the world slowly came back to a kind of order. The power and water returned, along with food deliveries, then TV, radio, and computer links. We began to see the other things that the Martian bug had done. We&#039;d seen people Changing, becoming animals, changing sex, even changing into intelligent machines. Families watched in terror as a loved one Changed. Thankfully, there weren&#039;t many, and we did what we could to help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course there wasn&#039;t often much we could do; in the end, we just recorded the Changed&#039;s names, addresses, and what they had become. Later, in our area, we invented distinctive collars to put on the deeply Changed, those who couldn&#039;t talk. With them on, everyone knew who they were and that they were human, not true animals. It had been a wildly crazy year, and, now, years later, it seemed it was my turn to Change.&lt;br /&gt;
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A shrieking scream assailed my ears, and I jerked all over in terror, flailing around trying to get away from the horrible noise. My ears folded flat against my head, and I opened my eyes to see that the room was now clearly lit. I realized that the hideous sound was the alarm clock, and I raised my hand to shut it off. There was a crash as my fore limb struck the night stand. The clock flew off and shattered against the wall, along with the table lamp. I froze, then remembered the night. I held the limb where I could see it - a slender, strong leg, black from the - wrist? - down, ending in a solid hoof.&lt;br /&gt;
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I raised my head carefully, remembering the painful bump in the dark and looked at my - new - body. &amp;quot;Oh, Gods,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I&#039;m a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;!&amp;quot; I concentrated, and my new tail flipped into view - also black, as were my legs from the - ankle? - down. I couldn&#039;t really tell what color my body was - the colors were too washed out. &amp;quot;Now what do I do?&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;I don&#039;t know anything about horses. Damn it, I&#039;m a city boy! I&#039;ve ridden a horse three times in my life! I have no idea of how to handle one, let alone be one!&amp;quot; A sudden thought, and I raised my head again to check - &amp;quot;Whew! At least I&#039;m a Stallion!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I moved my limbs, one by one - everything worked and I could feel them. &amp;quot;Okay, now how do I get up?&amp;quot; I twisted and rolled back onto my stomach, then tried to put my fore legs out, but I couldn&#039;t get a good footing on the shifting mattress to lift myself. I folded them back under, and tried to raise my rump and get my back feet under me. It took some work, but, as they were on carpet, succeeded. Now, I put one foreleg down and pushed, bringing the other down as I rose. The mattress wasn&#039;t giving good footing at all, so, carefully, one limb at a time, I stepped over the broken bed rails into the open space by the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I had to get out the door, then down the stairs. I could see myself in the bureau mirror. A white streak down my - face? - from just below the ears, to just above my dark nose, and a black mane. &amp;quot;For a horse, I didn&#039;t look bad at all&amp;quot;, I thought, moving my head to look at myself. Weird - one eye was still on the mirror, and the other on my body. &amp;quot;This is going to take some time to get used to...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I put out a fore hoof, then moved the rear leg on the opposite side, then repeated on the other side. It felt like the right way to walk. Slowly, I walked to the door. It took some work and exhaling deeply, but I got through the door into the hall. I headed for the stairs, listening to the house creak and groan around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, merde, this ain&#039;t going to be easy,&amp;quot; I thought, looking down the stair. Fifteen steps, I&#039;d counted them often enough, and I wasn&#039;t sure the banister was wide enough to let me by. I carefully put a hoof on the first step, and began putting my weight on it. It creaked, then gave with a sharp crack. I backed off quickly, then bent my head down to examine it. It had broken across. The steps obviously couldn&#039;t carry my weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay, let&#039;s try this...&amp;quot; I placed a hoof on the end next to the wall and slowly increased my weight. It groaned, but held. I didn&#039;t trust it though. I&#039;d helped my daddy build the upstairs addition on the house when my little brother was born; I knew how we&#039;d put it up. The stairs were anchored with heavy lag screws, plenty to hold two hundred plus pound humans, but I had no idea how well they&#039;d hold something as big as I now was. I drew back again and thought about it. I really didn&#039;t want to hurt myself, but this is the only way down. &amp;quot;Can I do it quickly enough to be down safely before it gives?&amp;quot; I thought I could turn and leap from landing at the bottom into the living room, but first I had to get there. If I went slowly, the whole thing might tear loose and give a long drop, and at my current weight, that could do real damage to me. If I leaped, aiming about half way down, it would certainly collapse, but maybe I could be quick enough to leap to the landing. Having helped pour the cement for the landing&#039;s base, I wasn&#039;t worried about it collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No choice,&amp;quot; I thought. &amp;quot;Just do it!&amp;quot; I turned to line up down the stairs, marked the points I wanted my fore hooves to hit, then crouched and gathered myself. I flung my body down the stairs, hitting the edges of the step I&#039;d aimed for, and felt the whole staircase shudder violently. My hind feet came under me and I leapt again, hitting the landing, pivoting, and launching myself into the living room The staircase tore loose with a shriek, then fell with a huge crash and a cloud of plaster dust. I overshot the open area I&#039;d aimed for, and landed on the big throw rug. I skidded, then hit the couch and the wall going sideways. The whole house shook, the wall cracked and gave, clouds of dust came down from the ceiling, the windows shattered and pictures rained down on me. I lay there on what was left of the couch, dazed, for a few minutes. Then I realized, &amp;quot;I did it! I&#039;m down!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I got up and checked myself for damage: A few small cuts from flying glass and the picture frames, but my legs were ok! I shook myself all over, the glass and dust came off in a cloud. I stretched, finding some sore areas that were going to be bruises, then headed for the front door. It had sprung ajar, (even with the locks set!) from all the havoc I&#039;d raised, and I nosed it open. The screen door was no problem, so I headed outside, glad to be free of the house. I stood in the morning sunlight and took a deep breath. &amp;quot;Now what?&amp;quot; I thought. I tried to speak, but all that came out were horse noises.&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a siren in the distance, getting louder rapidly. I guessed one of the neighbors had heard all the noise and called for help. I walked back over to the door and waited. A cop car skidded to a halt, followed closely by a fire truck, and two officers piled out, took a look, and stopped dead. I nodded at them and slowly walked over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Woah, nice horse!&amp;quot; the younger one said.&lt;br /&gt;
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This got him a withering glare from the Sergeant, who asked, &amp;quot;Are you the home owner?&amp;quot; I nodded vigorously. &amp;quot;SCABS?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded again. &amp;quot;No ID, of course?&amp;quot; I flipped my head at the house, and started walking for the door. The cops and the fire fighters followed.  I pointed my head up, then over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded again. He went into the house, looked around and came back out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hell of a mess. Looks like you did some serious damage in there.&amp;quot; he said, then called to the firefighters, &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to need a ladder- he collapsed the stairs getting down them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A ladder was set up, and the officer climbed up and headed for my bedroom. He reappeared with my pants, climbed down, and withdrew my wallet and my driver&#039;s license. He quickly recorded my personal info, then ordered the rookie back to the car to get a pouched strap from the trunk. He set it in place around my neck and laced it up. He took my possessions from the pants; car and house keys, wallet, money, crystals and cell phone, then turned the pockets out in front of me to show they were empty and placed it all in the attached pouches and laced them closed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed in relief. Now I could prove who I was, and the collar signified my humanity. He filled out the cards with my name and info, then slid them into the clear pockets provided for them. I nodded deeply in thanks, and he said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m calling a vet to check you over before we release you, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, and they went back to the squad.&lt;br /&gt;
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The firefighters looked around, checking the house for safety, then retrieved their ladder. One of them came over and said, &amp;quot;You did a real job on that wall. It&#039;ll need to be rebuilt before the house is safe, and you also shifted the whole structure off its foundation at that end. I don&#039;t think someone as big as you can live there, so you might want to sell it as is. I haven&#039;t a clue what the insurance company is going to think. We can get the door closed and locked, so at least it&#039;ll be secure for a while. Can I get out the key?&amp;quot; I nodded, he got the keys and closed up the house, then replaced them in the pouch. He headed back to his truck, where the radio was crackling with another emergency. He waved to the cop, who waved back, and the truck roared away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw my neighbor, Mr. Wilkinson, coming over, and the older cop went to talk to him. I pointed an ear that way, and heard everything clear as a bell. Mr. Wilkinson heard a loud crash from the house, followed by an even louder one, and saw the window glass flying, so he called 911, and waited until the cops showed up in case it was a gas leak or such. The cop explained the situation, and Mr. Wilkinson walked on over.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, is that really you?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Oh, man. The home owners association ain&#039;t gonna like this.&amp;quot; he muttered. I nodded, remembering the (expensive) fight I&#039;d had with them to put up my tower and triband beam. &amp;quot;You know that clause about large animals. They&#039;ll use it on you for sure, especially after the way you embarrassed them the last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They continued talking to each other, ignoring me. I thought, &amp;quot;This lack of speech is even worse than no hands! There&#039;s got to be some way to communicate. My house, and all my possessions, what about them? And my personal papers? How can I get the insurance people...&amp;quot; I sank into my thoughts, worries and new difficulties blossoming at every turn. I was an &#039;&#039;animal&#039;&#039; now, one of Epona&#039;s children, a four hoofed, non-verbal &#039;&#039;beast&#039;&#039;, and everything that made a human life possible seemed to have been taken away. I began to feel the walls of restriction closing in and, with them, a feeling of desperation. I began to shiver as my future slowly closed itself off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so deeply into my problems that I paid no attention when another vehicle pulled up. I heard a conversation going on, but ignored it. Then, someone spoke to me, directly. I missed it the first time, but he kept trying and I finally noticed him. I came back to the world with a start. I shook my head and noticed  the man talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? Mr. Maxwell, we need to talk. Ah, &#039;&#039;there&#039;&#039; you are. I was beginning to worry. I&#039;ve lost a couple of people who got so deep in their troubles they just gave up before I could help them and became animals. They were fairly shallow personalities, though. From what your neighbor says, that&#039;s not you.&amp;quot; He was a younger looking  man, carefully standing away from me - &amp;quot;He must know about the behavior of startled horses,&amp;quot; I thought. I shook my head again, then looked directly at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, I&#039;m Doctor Shaun Malcolm, a vet and something of an expert on large animal SCABS. Now, from what the Officer said, you did some real damage to the house getting downstairs; let me look you over for any injuries, okay?&amp;quot; I nodded, then stood still as he started his checks.&lt;br /&gt;
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He drew blood for testing - I was surprised at how little pain the needle stick gave - then he checked my legs and hooves, each in turn. He looked at my body, tisking at the cuts. &amp;quot;Got those getting down the stairs, right?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Well, that shows you&#039;ve courage and imagination, to do that. I had a lady patient who&#039;d Changed into a cow; her family eventually had to knock out the upstairs wall and rent a crane to get her down. Well. By now you&#039;re pretty thirsty, right?&amp;quot; I thought about it, realized he was right, and nodded. &amp;quot;Where&#039;s the outside tap? Go there and I&#039;ll get a bucket.&amp;quot; he said. He went over to his pickup. Meanwhile, I walked over to the tap on the back patio, and stood, waiting. He came back with a gallon pail, which he filled and set before me. &amp;quot;You&#039;ll find you can still suck.&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought back on all the old cowboy pictures I&#039;d seen, and realized he was right. I put my head down, and put my muzzle into the water - too far, I got it up my nose. I pulled my head up and snorted, spraying water, and he laughed. &amp;quot;I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve ever seen a SCAB do it right the first time. Don&#039;t worry, you&#039;ll very quickly get the knack. Just the lips, okay?&amp;quot; he said with a chuckle. I would have glared, but the smell of the water had made me very thirsty, so I tried again, more carefully this time. Oh, but that tasted &#039;&#039;good&#039;&#039;! I drank the pail dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Careful. If you do too much at one time, you&#039;ll hurt yourself. Wait a minute, and I&#039;ll get you more. While we&#039;re waiting, how old are you? Tap, please, tens first, then digits.&amp;quot; I did as he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, this body looks much younger than that in horse years. Lucky you, about five, I&#039;d say. Fully mature, but not much more. If anyone asks, tell them you&#039;re a &#039;blood&#039; bay in color, about sixteen hands high, and a &#039;warmblood,&#039; I think.&amp;quot; I had no idea what he was talking about, but I filed it away and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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After refilling the bucket, he went back to the truck while I drank. He came back with his veterinary kit, and a five gallon bucket full of something whose aroma was half food, half something else I didn&#039;t recognize. &amp;quot;By now, you&#039;re hungry.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I want you to eat all of this, it&#039;s a mix of horse chow and something else you&#039;ll need so you can digest it. I&#039;ve found that the Virus misses some things. While you&#039;re eating, I&#039;ll work on those cuts. Slowly, remember.&amp;quot; I dug in eagerly - it tasted even better than the water - but I remembered what he&#039;d said about being careful, and slowed down. Once the initial edge was off. I felt him working on the cuts, distantly, but I concentrated on eating. I began to realize that this was the true center of  equine existance: &#039;&#039;Food&#039;&#039;! I laughed and took a moment to slowly shake my head. So simple!&lt;br /&gt;
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I finished the bucket and stood, waiting, while he put it away. When he came back he said, &amp;quot;Is there anyone you&#039;d like to contact? Family? Friends?&amp;quot; I thought for a moment. My parents were long dead, my brother had died of the Flu. Oh, yes, Parsifal! He&#039;d need to know. I nodded at Dr. Malcolm, then nuzzled at my collar. &amp;quot;Cell phone?&amp;quot; he asked. I nodded. &amp;quot;Good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He got it out of the pouch and flipped it open. &amp;quot;What number?&amp;quot; he asked, and I tapped it out. He dialed, and I could hear the conversation clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sir, I&#039;m Dr. Malcolm, a local veterinarian. I have James Maxwell in my care, and he asked me to call you. He contracted SCABS overnight, and is now a horse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; Damn, it got Felix! How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; No, not Felix. James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh-sorry, sir. He&#039;s my best friend. We play in a reenactment group, and call each other by the names we play under. How is he?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nickered, then whinnied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s him, sir. He took a little damage getting down the stairs from his bedroom, but he&#039;s fine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Great! Oh, sorry, name here&#039;s Scott Gilman. What are you going to do with him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The best thing would be to take him to my stable, until he&#039;s been shod, and is used to his new body.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can I visit?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Of course. The address is...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started losing interest and returned to thinking on my troubles. I noticed, after a few minutes, that I was tapping out a rhythm with one hoof. Tap tap tap - tap tap tap tap - tap tap - thump. Nice beat. Oh, yeah, I remembered that piece, from an old American Gramophone Sampler album. It had started that way, then an airplane pass, then the music. I smiled to myself, remembering the laugh I&#039;d had when I suddenly realized what it was, and wondered if the record people ever knew. Then it struck me, like a hammer between the eyes, just what my subconscious was trying to tell me: &#039;&#039;I can talk&#039;&#039;!&lt;br /&gt;
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I let out a shrill whinny, and jumped in the air. I bucked and twisted, then reared. I was overjoyed! I could communicate! I stood and danced with joy. Dr. Malcolm jumped up against the house, out of my way and looked at me as if I&#039;d gone mad. Mr. Wilkinson and the cop came running over, the officer with his gun drawn. I turned to face them on dancing hooves, then settled down. &amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell? What&#039;s wrong?&amp;quot; the vet asked. &amp;quot;Are you all right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, hugely. then started in with a forehoof: tap tap tap - thump thump thump - tap tap tap. They looked at me, puzzled. I repeated it. &amp;quot;You&#039;re trying to indicate something?&amp;quot; Mr Wilkinson said. I looked at him and nodded; he was an old man, a World War Two vet, and more likely to recognize it than the younger men. I repeated, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, Mr.Wilkinson got it! &amp;quot;S O S--- that&#039;s the old S O S!&amp;quot; I nodded, danced for a moment, then tapped out my call sign, and looked up at my ham antenna.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He&#039;s sending Morse code!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson cried, &amp;quot;He&#039;s found a way to talk!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He may have, but I don&#039;t know Morse, and I&#039;ll bet few people do anymore.&amp;quot; said the cop, holstering his weapon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked/danced over to my car, and nosed the license plate. &amp;quot;He told me he had a local radio in there, something about two meters. I&#039;ll bet we can scare up a local ham who knows code on that!&amp;quot; Mr. Wilkinson said. I nodded again, joyfully. Dr. Malcolm slapped me on the back and said, &amp;quot;I knew you were a smart man. Congratulations! I suppose you want someone to get on that radio and call for help?&amp;quot; I nodded, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll handle that,&amp;quot; said the cop.&amp;quot;I&#039;m used to talking on the radio, and I can declare an emergency to make it legal.&amp;quot; Then he asked me, &amp;quot;Can I get out the keys?&amp;quot; Nod. He opened the car door and climbed in. &amp;quot;This it?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at the radio with its hanging mike. Nod. &amp;quot;Lets see...okay, power on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The radio came to life; two of my friends were chatting. I danced. The cop picked up the mike, and at the first lull in the conversation, closed the transmit key and said, &amp;quot;This is Officer Murray of the Grandview Police Department. I have an emergency and need someone who can read Morse code. Can anybody help?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was silence for a moment, then, &amp;quot;This is WA0SJH, Officer, name is Martin. What can I do for you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve got a SCABS patient here, name of James Maxwell. He&#039;s a horse, now. He&#039;s indicated he can communicate with Morse code, which no one here knows. I need someone to translate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A SCAB? Hoo-boy. What&#039;s his call sign, Officer? That&#039;s how we know each other.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Murray gave me an uncertain look, &amp;quot;Ah...I&#039;m not sure...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re using his car radio, right?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;It&#039;d probably be on his license plate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Malcolm read it off the plate, and the cop sent it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;WD0FGW? Old James?&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;Wow! Some people said he was a horse&#039;s ass, but not the whole animal!&amp;quot; came back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Can you translate what he sends, please?&amp;quot; asked the officer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; Martin replied. The cop looked at me, closed the key, and said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out &amp;lt;WA0SJH de WD0FGW hw cpy? k&amp;gt; and nodded at the cop. Martin repeated it back, and said, &amp;quot;Weird sound. He&#039;s using his hoof, right? Clean copy though.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, he&#039;s tapping on the driveway. He wants to send more,&amp;quot; he said, and held the mike for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I clattered out &amp;lt;Hlo Martin hrses ass hi hi bk remembr that code reader I sold u? think u culd rig it fr me?k&amp;gt; and nodded to the cop.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sure James, I remember that box. Ran off the audio line from the rig. I don&#039;t see why we can&#039;t fake up a battery pack for power, and a mike for copy from your hoof. This is weird, though, talking with a horse! Betty ain&#039;t going to believe me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and the cop closed the key. &amp;lt;Great, Martin, es tnx. Ask the cop for where thr tkng me bk tnx agn and cu real sn I hpe 73 es 88 WA0SJH de WDOFGW sk&amp;gt; and nodded. Martin translated, the cop gave my friend the address as Dr. Malcolm supplied it, and I felt very happy. The cop thanked Martin for his help and shut down the rig, then climbed out, locked the car and put the keys back in the pouch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Malcolm walked with me over to the horse trailer, and I paused at the ramp. Walking up it, I discovered, was harder than it had any right to be. It wasn&#039;t just a simple slab of plywood; it was a milestone, a one way gate that marked the end of my previous life, and the start of a very different one.I took one last, lingering look at my home and all it had meant... turned, and climbed aboard the trailer. Dr. Malcolm closed the tailgate, then climbed into the truck and started it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The seal poked his nose over the edge of the floe, and looked around to see what was making all the noises he&#039;d heard. Seeing a man on the ice, it instinctively dived again. &lt;br /&gt;
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The seal grinned to himself, then slid up onto the ice.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man turned at the noise, then gaped in shock as the seal began to change, becoming a man wearing a sealskin cloak.&lt;br /&gt;
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The selkie smiled at him and said, &amp;quot;Well lad, I don&#039;t do this for everyone, but you&#039;re dying, and I&#039;m curious why. What terrible crime did you commit to earn a fate like this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;N-n-nothing,&amp;quot; the man forced between chattering teeth. &amp;quot;I swear it! I found I could do something. I thought I could use it to help the tribe hunt, but, when I showed them, they all screamed and ran away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After a moment, he continued, &amp;quot;The men came back with spears, and bound me! The Elders sat in judgment, and ordered me banished, saying I was dangerous to the tribe. I swear I wasn&#039;t! I told them that, but they wouldn&#039;t listen! They brought me here, took my furs, then pushed the floe out to sea and left me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He shivered, his lips, fingertips, and toes blue with the cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s hard, lad,&amp;quot; commiserated the selkie. &amp;quot;What did you do, violate a taboo?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I did nothing,&amp;quot; the dying man said, haltingly. &amp;quot;Oh...  So cold...  So hungry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;quot; the selkie laughed. &amp;quot;Can&#039;t help you. Against our ways, you see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The selkie bent closer, watching the man slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I swore I&#039;d never do it again, I &#039;&#039;swore&#039;&#039;...&amp;quot; the man gasped. &amp;quot;But...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
He moaned, then he screamed as he &#039;&#039;changed&#039;&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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White fur spread over his body, and he suddenly grew massive. Where he&#039;d sat freezing, there was suddenly an enormous polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;
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The selkie froze in horror as the enormous bear rose over him. He grabbed his cloak and fell to seal to escape - too late. He shrieked as the bear grabbed him. A blow from one huge paw, and the noise ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; thought the skin changer, &amp;quot;At least I&#039;m warm now, and not hungry any more!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The huge bear turned. At a shambling walk, he crossed the rocking floe to the sea and slid in. He&#039;d found he &#039;&#039;liked&#039;&#039; the taste of seal...and selkie.&lt;br /&gt;
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The seal grinned to himself, then slid up onto the ice.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man turned at the noise, then gaped in shock as the seal began to change, becoming a man wearing a sealskin cloak.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie smiled at him and said, &amp;quot;Well lad, I don&#039;t do this for everyone, but you&#039;re dying, and I&#039;m curious why. What terrible crime did you commit to earn a fate like this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;N-n-nothing,&amp;quot; the man forced between chattering teeth. &amp;quot;I swear it! I found I could do something. I thought I could use it to help the tribe hunt, but, when I showed them, they all screamed and ran away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He moaned and hugged himself, shuddering.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a moment, he continued, &amp;quot;The men came back with spears, and bound me! The Elders sat in judgment, and ordered me banished, saying I was dangerous to the tribe. I swear I wasn&#039;t! I told them that, but they wouldn&#039;t listen! They brought me here, took my furs, then pushed the floe out to sea and left me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He shivered, his lips, fingertips, and toes blue with the cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s hard, lad,&amp;quot; commiserated the selkie. &amp;quot;What did you do, violate a taboo?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, I did nothing,&amp;quot; the dying man said, haltingly. &amp;quot;Oh...  So cold...  So hungry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;quot; the selkie laughed. &amp;quot;Can&#039;t help you. Against our ways, you see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie bent closer, watching the man slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I swore I&#039;d never do it again, I &#039;&#039;swore&#039;&#039;...&amp;quot; the man gasped. &amp;quot;But...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
He moaned, then he screamed as he &#039;&#039;changed&#039;&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
White fur spread over his body, and he suddenly grew massive. Where he&#039;d sat freezing, there was suddenly an enormous polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie froze in horror as the enormous bear rose over him. He grabbed his cloak and fell to seal to escape - too late. He shrieked as the bear grabbed him. A blow from one huge paw, and the noise ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; thought the skin changer, &amp;quot;At least I&#039;m warm now, and not hungry any more!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The huge bear turned. At a shambling walk, he crossed the rocking floe to the sea and slid in. He&#039;d found he &#039;&#039;liked&#039;&#039; the taste of seal...and selkie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
End&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
(Written For Midwest Furfest, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Story]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;comments/&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=9342</id>
		<title>User:FelixSagittarius</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=9342"/>
		<updated>2008-11-29T21:37:39Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Author]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Felix Sagittarius}}&lt;br /&gt;
*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[A Hawk Flying Free|A Hawk Flying Free]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=The_Secret&amp;diff=9341</id>
		<title>The Secret</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=The_Secret&amp;diff=9341"/>
		<updated>2008-11-29T21:35:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: New page: (Written for the MFF Conbook 2007)   The Secret  By Felix Sagittarius   Moan    clatter                   whimper          rattle                                           sob      The sea...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;(Written for the MFF Conbook 2007)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The Secret&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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Moan&lt;br /&gt;
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clatter                &lt;br /&gt;
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whimper       &lt;br /&gt;
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rattle                                        &lt;br /&gt;
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sob   &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The seal poked his nose over the edge of the floe, and looked around to see what was making all the noises he&#039;d heard. Seeing a man on the ice, it instinctively dived again. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, after a moments thought, it came back for a second look.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man &#039;&#039;was&#039;&#039; naked, stripped of his furs and left to die by his people for some crime, and slowly freezing to death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The seal grinned to himself, then slid up onto the ice.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man turned at the noise, then gaped in shock as the seal began to change, becoming a man wearing a sealskin cloak.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie smiled at him and said, &amp;quot;Well lad, I don&#039;t do this for everyone, but you&#039;re dying, and I&#039;m curious why. What terrible crime did you commit to earn a fate like this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;N-n-nothing,&amp;quot; the man forced between chattering teeth. &amp;quot;I swear it! I found I could do something. I thought I could use it to help the tribe hunt, but, when I showed them, they all screamed and ran away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He moaned and hugged himself, shuddering.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a moment, he continued, &amp;quot;The men came back with spears, and bound me! The Elders sat in judgment, and ordered me banished, saying I was dangerous to the tribe. I swear I wasn&#039;t! I told them that, but they wouldn&#039;t listen! They brought me here, took my furs, then pushed the floe out to sea and left me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He shivered, his lips, fingertips, and toes blue with the cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s hard, lad,&amp;quot; commiserated the selkie. &amp;quot;What did you do, violate a taboo?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, I did nothing,&amp;quot; the dying man said, haltingly. &amp;quot;Oh...  So cold...  So hungry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;quot; the selkie laughed. &amp;quot;Can&#039;t help you. Against our ways, you see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie bent closer, watching the man slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I swore I&#039;d never do it again, I &#039;&#039;swore&#039;&#039;...&amp;quot; the man gasped. &amp;quot;But...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
He moaned, then he screamed as he &#039;&#039;changed&#039;&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
White fur spread over his body, and he suddenly grew massive. Where he&#039;d sat freezing, there was suddenly an enormous polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The selkie froze in horror as the enormous bear rose over him. He grabbed his cloak and fell to seal to escape - too late. He shrieked as the bear grabbed him. A blow from one huge paw, and the noise ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; thought the skin changer, &amp;quot;At least I&#039;m warm now, and not hungry any more!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The huge bear turned. At a shambling walk, he crossed the rocking floe to the sea and slid in. He&#039;d found he &#039;&#039;liked&#039;&#039; the taste of seal...and selkie.&lt;br /&gt;
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End&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Story]]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;comments/&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=At_the_Ranch_Pt_1/9&amp;diff=5832</id>
		<title>At the Ranch Pt 1/9</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=At_the_Ranch_Pt_1/9&amp;diff=5832"/>
		<updated>2008-02-07T07:22:53Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: Redirecting to User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 1/9&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;#REDIRECT [[User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 1/9|At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=5515</id>
		<title>User:FelixSagittarius</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=5515"/>
		<updated>2008-01-21T02:14:23Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Author]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Felix Sagittarius}}&lt;br /&gt;
*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/A Hawk Flying Free|A Hawk Flying Free]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=5514</id>
		<title>User:FelixSagittarius</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius&amp;diff=5514"/>
		<updated>2008-01-21T02:09:51Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Author]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Felix Sagittarius}}&lt;br /&gt;
*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*{{user:FelixSagittarius/A Hawk Flying Free|A Hawk Flying Free}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>FelixSagittarius</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius/A_Hawk_Flying_Free&amp;diff=5513</id>
		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/A Hawk Flying Free</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://shifti.org/index.php?title=User:FelixSagittarius/A_Hawk_Flying_Free&amp;diff=5513"/>
		<updated>2008-01-20T20:26:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: &lt;/p&gt;
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{{Universe|2007 Xmas Exchange}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{DEFAULTSORT:A Hawk Flying Free}}&lt;br /&gt;
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A Hawk Flying Free, An Xmas Tale&lt;br /&gt;
for Arrow Quivershaft&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arrow Quivershaft had spent the whole morning studying for his Finals, going over old tests, practicing, working with the numbers until they swam around instead of being in nice rows and columns. He shook his head and thought, &amp;quot;I need to get out of here for a bit. I think I&#039;ll go over and hike the Hill again, get some fresh air, then I&#039;ll be ready to hit this stuff later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He checked the weather - always a smart thing to do in early winter, when sudden storms could easily blow in off the lake. Cold and breezy, but a nice sunny day otherwise. He put on his heavy jacket, gloves and thick wool watch cap, then picked up his favorite walking stick and headed out the door. He&#039;d only be gone for a few minutes, so he left no message.&lt;br /&gt;
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Outside, he crunched along on the light scrum of snow the storm had left two days ago. He felt much better, away from the stuffy heat of the house, and looked forward to a long walk. It was over a mile to the Hill, as everyone called it; a steep rise above the shore and surrounding plain. He whistled gently as he made his way to the foot of one of his favorite trails.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked up, measuring the path, then set to climbing. Being young and agile, he had no particular trouble going up, but he took his time and enjoyed the workout. The surrounding woods were beautiful with the snow and ice on the branches, and he wished he&#039;d brought a camera. Coming to a wide space in the trail, he stopped to breath deeply and look around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hmm, that&#039;s odd,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve been through here hundreds of times but never saw that trail before.&amp;quot; It was very faint, but the dusting of snow brought it out plainly. &amp;quot;I wonder where it goes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He turned aside from the normal, well worn path leading up to the top, and began to follow the new trail. &amp;quot;Probably a deer path, and a new one,&amp;quot; he thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little trail wound its way along the side of the Hill, turning aside to pass bushes and trees, but otherwise straight. It took a little care to walk it on a steep stretch, but the young man thought nothing of danger, only of seeing where this trail went. He barely noticed the two large trees it led between...&lt;br /&gt;
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A sudden feeling of dizziness, that something had changed. He looked around, but the Hill still looked the same. &amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;Wonder if I&#039;m coming down with the Flu?&amp;quot; He shook his head, then continued on. He began to notice subtle changes - nothing quick, but a slow rise in the temperature. Soon he had to take off his jacket and gloves. While he was stopped doing this, he noticed something else - the trees were budding with new leaves! And a crocus! But...this was early winter, not spring!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is weird,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;What the hell going on?&amp;quot; The snow on the trail had disappeared, but the trail had become clear, as if it were a regularly walked path. He looked back down it the way he&#039;d come - and froze. There was an enormous boulder not a hundred feet behind him, and the trail plainly ran out of it. He walked back to it, then placed his hand on where he had to pass to get &#039;here&#039;. Solid, cold stone. He made a slow careful circle around the rock, following a trail worn deep in the ground - nothing but stone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn, what the &#039;&#039;hell&#039;&#039; is happening?&amp;quot; he said. He froze as someone - something - replied. &amp;quot;Ah, a new one,&amp;quot; it said. &amp;quot;It&#039;s been so long, I thought the way had become blocked. Please,&amp;quot; -  Arrow felt a strange sensation in his mind - &amp;quot;Arrow, follow the path. All will be made clear at its end.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow shook his head. &amp;quot;This can&#039;t be happening,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;It&#039;s like a story or something.&amp;quot; He took a deep breath and looked around, feeling the breeze on his face, hearing it rustle through the branches of the trees. He took a drink from his water bottle, savoring the lemony taste in the cold liquid. &amp;quot;It all seems real,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;Well, I obviously can&#039;t go back. Lets see where this trail runs.&amp;quot; He slung the jacket over his back and started walking.&lt;br /&gt;
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It got steadily warmer as he walked, and the trees and bushes broke out in leaves. Spring flowers grew up along the trail, and the scents were almost overpowering. By now, the trail was almost a highway, growing broad and deep. He came to a stream and waded across, then felt the coolness of his wet pants. He put his shoes back on, and continued through the almost eerily sudden spring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, he heard a rustle behind him. He spun around to find a large cougar staring at him. He froze. Then, faintly, he seemed to hear, &amp;quot;Oh, no. Another one!&amp;quot; The cat snarled, then turned and crashed off into the brush. Arrow waited a few minutes, for his heart to slow and his nerves to calm down. &amp;quot;Oh, boy, now I know I&#039;m somewhere else!&amp;quot; he said, shakily. &amp;quot;The last big cat around here was killed the turn of the last century!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He continued down the trail, paying much more attention to his surroundings. That cat had shaken him badly. And had he really heard something? He thought he had, but the cat&#039;s lips hadn&#039;t moved at all until it snarled. Well, there wasn&#039;t any easy explanation, aside from he was crazy. He remembered the first &#039;voice&#039; and had his doubts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The trees were in full leaf by now, and it was beginning to feel warm enough to be early summer. He stopped and took another drink, emptying the bottle, then headed on. The trees ended abruptly, opening on to a huge meadow of tall grass. The trail continued, driven hard and wide, and he walked on. In the distance, he saw a horse herd, and cattle. Overhead soared a buzzard. &lt;br /&gt;
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He looked to see if there were any hawks. He&#039;s always had a fascination with the raptors, how they could fly so effortlessly, and how beautiful they were. The father of one of his best friends was a Falconer, and kept hawks, so Arrow had had plenty of time to get to know them up close in the mews. He&#039;d helped to clean up their casts and fewmets, and to gather the feathers during molt, for use in imping into any broken ones later. He was working on getting a license to own raptors, when he got his own home, and was looking forward to it. But he saw none here. So, with a sigh, he continued on. &lt;br /&gt;
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A line of trees ahead indicated a stream. He came to the bank and sat - hot and beginning to be tired. A pair of otters played in the water, wrestling and chasing, making it look like all they had to do was have fun. He laughed at their antics. They froze, then looked back at him. They dived under the water, and disappeared. He waited a few minutes for them to reappear, but they didn&#039;t. He sighed, then got to his feet and waded the stream, pausing for a moment to refill his water bottle. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t.&amp;quot; he heard faintly. He turned and there was one of the otters. &amp;quot;Don&#039;t drink or eat anything here, or you&#039;ll join us,&amp;quot; it said, then vanished. He stared and the widening ripples where the otter had been. Had he really heard something? He sloshed the rest of the way across, and up the other bank, to find the trail waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sighed, then laid the heavy coat down. It was becoming obvious he wouldn&#039;t need it again in this summery land. Then, staff swinging to mark the pace, he continued his journey. He forded several more streams, once surprising a raccoon washing its dinner. The little masked creature stared, then fled with the crayfish in its paw.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a beautiful land, seeming rich in life. Grasshoppers jumped away from him, and crickets chirped everywhere. Meadowlarks sang their beautiful song, and other small birds flew about. There seemed something wrong though, but he couldn&#039;t figure out what it was. A rabbit hopped across his trail, stopping for a moment to look before fleeing into the grass in long bounds. In the distance, a large mound began to rise above the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
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He continued walking at a gentle pace; there was no hurry, after all. The mound continued to rise, and it became apparent the trail was leading to it. As he got closer, he began to see the mouth of a cave at the base. He felt a shiver, looking at it. He couldn&#039;t say why, but it looked...ominous. The trail dead ended there. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Please, come in,&amp;quot; he heard. Or thought he did. He turned a full circle, looking at the land. Then, with a deep breath, he entered the cave. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but then he began to see things piled against the walls. Walking sticks, clothes, boots, garb of many types. But, strangely, no bones. &amp;quot;Come further in, young Arrow, &amp;quot; The voice said, in his head. &amp;quot;Come to me, and I will explain all.&amp;quot; With nothing to loose, Arrow walked deeper into the underground passage. It grew close around him, then suddenly opened into a great space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Welcome,&amp;quot; the voice said. &amp;quot;Please be seated, as this may take a few minutes. Thank you for trusting me, and entering. I am Jothner, the &#039;spirit&#039; of this land. Long ago, this was a desert, without animals and with little vegetation. I had a very great deal of power, but almost nothing else. And, I was lonely. I could &#039;see&#039; the worlds surrounding me, all but one dead and empty, worse than mine. But, there was one...bright and filled to bursting with life.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I studied it. I wanted my land to be like it. I tried to get some of its life to come here - and was stopped. The Spirit of that world blocked me, and forbade me to even attempt to touch its creatures. I spoke with it for a long time, and we came to agreement on many things. It freely allowed me to take the vegetation, so I was able to grow my world into a green paradise, and allowed me the lesser animals - insects, worms, bacteria, everything needed to grow a version of the paradise it had created.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I was overjoyed, and spent my power freely to create and grow, unlike the spirits of the other worlds who boast of their power and yet do nothing with it,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I created a living world, but...it had none of the large creatures, and it felt lonely for that. An ideal land, but empty. I tried to create from what I already had, but failed miserably, time after time. I asked the other spirit, and he said just to wait, as life grew from life over a very long time. But I looked at his paradise, and didn&#039;t want to wait.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We spoke together for a long time, he offering and giving help as my world flourished, and I watching his as it slowly grew and changed.&amp;quot; He continued. &amp;quot;He began to have difficulties, caused by his most advanced creature, a sort of ape. It grew steadily more intelligent, and began using tools and changing its environment. He was able to keep it within bounds for a long time, then suddenly it just exploded across the globe, destroying as it went. He tried controlling it with natural disasters, which worked for a while but the creatures learned from them and grew ever more wise. They began to cause extinction - his largest animals disappeared, killed off, and the creatures spread over the globe.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;He was becoming very worried, as they destroyed freely, and, in desperation, he offered me samples of the near extinct beasts, to preserve them, and I accepted them joyously. My world grew in beauty, although I sorrowed at the cost to his,&amp;quot; Jothner said. &amp;quot;The apes gained more and more power, learning and growing, and beginning to realize what they were doing to their world. They began to establish great areas to preserve life in, and to cherish what they had almost destroyed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, then, in a madness we couldn&#039;t begin to comprehend they made war on each other, continuously for a prolonged period. Hundreds of millions of them died, until finally they devised devices using the powers of the stars themselves. At that point, my friend released all his creatures to me, to save them from the folly of the killer apes.&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;Only the apes he kept to himself, hoping he could find a way to save them too. I had the paradise I had wanted, although at a cost I wouldn&#039;t have believed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But watching the animals, I realized I couldn&#039;t talk to them. Lovely, graceful, they were everything I had hoped for in my land. But I was still lonely. My friend could speak with some of the apes, and he and they worked to save his world. I wanted some to speak with too, but NOT the apes!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Then one day, my friend said he&#039;d noticed a trend among some of the apes, a longing to be animals, wearing costumes and taking animal personas. We both thought it strange, but I realized, this might be a chance for me to place intelligence within my world without taking the apes!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I spoke with my friend for a long while about this, and he saw it as an alternative to the way his world had grown. We both set paths between our worlds, findable only by those who had that wish, that dream, to live as something else,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;And slowly, gradually, I began to get them. Almost all joyously accepted my offer. Those that didn&#039;t were returned to the point of entry in their world, with the memory removed of their visit, to continue their lives.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And so, Arrow, I come to you. This is my offer. Join me, here, and live as whatever you most dearly wish to be. Or return to your life in the other world. The door will still be open if you do, but you will have to find it yourself, and not be invited as this time.&amp;quot; Jothner said. &amp;quot;Take your time, think the offer over. If you wish to become one of mine, tell me what you wish to be. Then, take a drink.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow thought deeply over this choice. He was young, with his life before him...but, the lure was so strong. He had always loved the great raptors, how they flew free, riding the wind to go where they would. In many ways, he&#039;d always felt he should be one of them. But, his human life...?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If I choose the Hawk I would wish to be, what happens to my human life? My parents, all the entanglements, what happens to them?&amp;quot; he asked &amp;quot;I don&#039;t wish to just vanish and leave a legacy of pain to others.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It is worked out with the Spirit of your world. We are far more powerful than you know. If you choose to come here, all trace of you in that world will  disappear, as if you never were there.&amp;quot; Jothner replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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Relieved, Arrow said, &amp;quot;Sir, I choose to remain here. I wish to become a Red Tailed Hawk, the bird I have loved most all my days.&amp;quot; Arrow then reached down, picked up the bottle of water, and drank it dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Welcome, My Child!&amp;quot; Jothner cried. &amp;quot;Welcome! I had hoped you would choose my world. We can use you here!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now, remove all your clothing and place it with the other garments, and I shall start on your transformation.&amp;quot; he said. Arrow quickly stripped, down to naked skin. He shivered a bit in the caverns coolness, but placed his clothes with the others and returned quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And now we begin your new life.&amp;quot; Arrow heard, then he gasped as he shrank. There was no pain, just - strangeness as his body began to transform. His arms twisted, and the very bones altered. Skin rippled, changed, then feathers began to sprout - a downy undergrowth. His chest changed, becoming the keel of a bird, and his internal organs rippled and twisted, assuming new configurations. His eyes changed as well, as his head shrank; nares and a beak grew where his mouth had been. Smaller, smaller, he shrank, going from a tall man to a fairly large bird, much smaller than a human. His feet altered, becoming the talons of a hawk. Over all this, his muscles changed, reforming into the new configurations needed to power his new body in flight. Finally, body essentially formed, came the feathers. Those on the body and head, needed for warmth and covering, then the wing and tail flight feathers, the crucial ones by which he would now earn his living. The change process slowed and came to an end. A mirror appeared before him, and he examined his new self. Pleased, he screamed a hawks cry!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I am glad you approve!&amp;quot; Jothner chuckled in his mind. &amp;quot;I had hoped you would join us. I had a secret reason, one I withheld so as not to force you in any way. She is behind you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow spun - and beheld a vision of raptor loveliness, a female Red Tail! Larger than he, and waiting for him at the cavern entrance. &amp;quot;She has been here several years, while we hunted for someone who would become her mate,&amp;quot; Jothner said. Arrow screamed again, in thanks and joy - now his life was fulfilled!&lt;br /&gt;
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Together, the new couple bowed to Jothner, who chuckled again.  They turned and walked from the darkness of the cave, into their new lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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A Hawk Flying Free, An Xmas Tale&lt;br /&gt;
for Arrow Quivershaft&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow Quivershaft had spent the whole morning studying for his Finals, going over old tests, practicing, working with the numbers until they swam around instead of being in nice rows and columns. He shook his head and thought, &amp;quot;I need to get out of here for a bit. I think I&#039;ll go over and hike the Hill again, get some fresh air, then I&#039;ll be ready to hit this stuff later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He checked the weather - always a smart thing to do in early winter, when sudden storms could easily blow in off the lake. Cold and breezy, but a nice sunny day otherwise. He put on his heavy jacket, gloves and thick wool watch cap, then picked up his favorite walking stick and headed out the door. He&#039;d only be gone for a few minutes, so he left no message.&lt;br /&gt;
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Outside, he crunched along on the light scrum of snow the storm had left two days ago. He felt much better, away from the stuffy heat of the house, and looked forward to a long walk. It was over a mile to the Hill, as everyone called it; a steep rise above the shore and surrounding plain. He whistled gently as he made his way to the foot of one of his favorite trails.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked up, measuring the path, then set to climbing. Being young and agile, he had no particular trouble going up, but he took his time and enjoyed the workout. The surrounding woods were beautiful with the snow and ice on the branches, and he wished he&#039;d brought a camera. Coming to a wide space in the trail, he stopped to breath deeply and look around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hmm, that&#039;s odd,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve been through here hundreds of times but never saw that trail before.&amp;quot; It was very faint, but the dusting of snow brought it out plainly. &amp;quot;I wonder where it goes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He turned aside from the normal, well worn path leading up to the top, and began to follow the new trail. &amp;quot;Probably a deer path, and a new one,&amp;quot; he thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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The little trail wound its way along the side of the Hill, turning aside to pass bushes and trees, but otherwise straight. It took a little care to walk it on a steep stretch, but the young man thought nothing of danger, only of seeing where this trail went. He barely noticed the two large trees it led between...&lt;br /&gt;
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A sudden feeling of dizziness, that something had changed. He looked around, but the Hill still looked the same. &amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;Wonder if I&#039;m coming down with the Flu?&amp;quot; He shook his head, then continued on. He began to notice subtle changes - nothing quick, but a slow rise in the temperature. Soon he had to take off his jacket and gloves. While he was stopped doing this, he noticed something else - the trees were budding with new leaves! And a crocus! But...this was early winter, not spring!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is weird,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;What the hell going on?&amp;quot; The snow on the trail had disappeared, but the trail had become clear, as if it were a regularly walked path. He looked back down it the way he&#039;d come - and froze. There was an enormous boulder not a hundred feet behind him, and the trail plainly ran out of it. He walked back to it, then placed his hand on where he had to pass to get &#039;here&#039;. Solid, cold stone. He made a slow careful circle around the rock, following a trail worn deep in the ground - nothing but stone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn, what the &#039;&#039;hell&#039;&#039; is happening?&amp;quot; he said. He froze as someone - something - replied. &amp;quot;Ah, a new one,&amp;quot; it said. &amp;quot;It&#039;s been so long, I thought the way had become blocked. Please,&amp;quot; -  Arrow felt a strange sensation in his mind - &amp;quot;Arrow, follow the path. All will be made clear at its end.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow shook his head. &amp;quot;This can&#039;t be happening,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;It&#039;s like a story or something.&amp;quot; He took a deep breath and looked around, feeling the breeze on his face, hearing it rustle through the branches of the trees. He took a drink from his water bottle, savoring the lemony taste in the cold liquid. &amp;quot;It all seems real,&amp;quot; he thought. &amp;quot;Well, I obviously can&#039;t go back. Lets see where this trail runs.&amp;quot; He slung the jacket over his back and started walking.&lt;br /&gt;
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It got steadily warmer as he walked, and the trees and bushes broke out in leaves. Spring flowers grew up along the trail, and the scents were almost overpowering. By now, the trail was almost a highway, growing broad and deep. He came to a stream and waded across, then felt the coolness of his wet pants. He put his shoes back on, and continued through the almost eerily sudden spring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, he heard a rustle behind him. He spun around to find a large cougar staring at him. He froze. Then, faintly, he seemed to hear, &amp;quot;Oh, no. Another one!&amp;quot; The cat snarled, then turned and crashed off into the brush. Arrow waited a few minutes, for his heart to slow and his nerves to calm down. &amp;quot;Oh, boy, now I know I&#039;m somewhere else!&amp;quot; he said, shakily. &amp;quot;The last big cat around here was killed the turn of the last century!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He continued down the trail, paying much more attention to his surroundings. That cat had shaken him badly. And had he really heard something? He thought he had, but the cat&#039;s lips hadn&#039;t moved at all until it snarled. Well, there wasn&#039;t any easy explanation, aside from he was crazy. He remembered the first &#039;voice&#039; and had his doubts.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trees were in full leaf by now, and it was beginning to feel warm enough to be early summer. He stopped and took another drink, emptying the bottle, then headed on. The trees ended abruptly, opening on to a huge meadow of tall grass. The trail continued, driven hard and wide, and he walked on. In the distance, he saw a horse herd, and cattle. Overhead soared a buzzard. &lt;br /&gt;
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He looked to see if there were any hawks. He&#039;s always had a fascination with the raptors, how they could fly so effortlessly, and how beautiful they were. The father of one of his best friends was a Falconer, and kept hawks, so Arrow had had plenty of time to get to know them up close in the mews. He&#039;d helped to clean up their casts and fewmets, and to gather the feathers during molt, for use in imping into any broken ones later. He was working on getting a license to own raptors, when he got his own home, and was looking forward to it. But he saw none here. So, with a sigh, he continued on. &lt;br /&gt;
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A line of trees ahead indicated a stream. He came to the bank and sat - hot and beginning to be tired. A pair of otters played in the water, wrestling and chasing, making it look like all they had to do was have fun. He laughed at their antics. They froze, then looked back at him. They dived under the water, and disappeared. He waited a few minutes for them to reappear, but they didn&#039;t. He sighed, then got to his feet and waded the stream, pausing for a moment to refill his water bottle. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t.&amp;quot; he heard faintly. He turned and there was one of the otters. &amp;quot;Don&#039;t drink or eat anything here, or you&#039;ll join us,&amp;quot; it said, then vanished. He stared and the widening ripples where the otter had been. Had he really heard something? He sloshed the rest of the way across, and up the other bank, to find the trail waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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He sighed, then laid the heavy coat down. It was becoming obvious he wouldn&#039;t need it again in this summery land. Then, staff swinging to mark the pace, he continued his journey. He forded several more streams, once surprising a raccoon washing its dinner. The little masked creature stared, then fled with the crayfish in its paw.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a beautiful land, seeming rich in life. Grasshoppers jumped away from him, and crickets chirped everywhere. Meadowlarks sang their beautiful song, and other small birds flew about. There seemed something wrong though, but he couldn&#039;t figure out what it was. A rabbit hopped across his trail, stopping for a moment to look before fleeing into the grass in long bounds. In the distance, a large mound began to rise above the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
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He continued walking at a gentle pace; there was no hurry, after all. The mound continued to rise, and it became apparent the trail was leading to it. As he got closer, he began to see the mouth of a cave at the base. He felt a shiver, looking at it. He couldn&#039;t say why, but it looked...ominous. The trail dead ended there. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Please, come in,&amp;quot; he heard. Or thought he did. He turned a full circle, looking at the land. Then, with a deep breath, he entered the cave. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but then he began to see things piled against the walls. Walking sticks, clothes, boots, garb of many types. But, strangely, no bones. &amp;quot;Come further in, young Arrow, &amp;quot; The voice said, in his head. &amp;quot;Come to me, and I will explain all.&amp;quot; With nothing to loose, Arrow walked deeper into the underground passage. It grew close around him, then suddenly opened into a great space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Welcome,&amp;quot; the voice said. &amp;quot;Please be seated, as this may take a few minutes. Thank you for trusting me, and entering. I am Jothner, the &#039;spirit&#039; of this land. Long ago, this was a desert, without animals and with little vegetation. I had a very great deal of power, but almost nothing else. And, I was lonely. I could &#039;see&#039; the worlds surrounding me, all but one dead and empty, worse than mine. But, there was one...bright and filled to bursting with life.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I studied it. I wanted my land to be like it. I tried to get some of its life to come here - and was stopped. The Spirit of that world blocked me, and forbade me to even attempt to touch its creatures. I spoke with it for a long time, and we came to agreement on many things. It freely allowed me to take the vegetation, so I was able to grow my world into a green paradise, and allowed me the lesser animals - insects, worms, bacteria, everything needed to grow a version of the paradise it had created.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I was overjoyed, and spent my power freely to create and grow, unlike the spirits of the other worlds who boast of their power and yet do nothing with it,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I created a living world, but...it had none of the large creatures, and it felt lonely for that. An ideal land, but empty. I tried to create from what I already had, but failed miserably, time after time. I asked the other spirit, and he said just to wait, as life grew from life over a very long time. But I looked at his paradise, and didn&#039;t want to wait.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We spoke together for a long time, he offering and giving help as my world flourished, and I watching his as it slowly grew and changed.&amp;quot; He continued. &amp;quot;He began to have difficulties, caused by his most advanced creature, a sort of ape. It grew steadily more intelligent, and began using tools and changing its environment. He was able to keep it within bounds for a long time, then suddenly it just exploded across the globe, destroying as it went. He tried controlling it with natural disasters, which worked for a while but the creatures learned from them and grew ever more wise. They began to cause extinction - his largest animals disappeared, killed off, and the creatures spread over the globe.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He was becoming very worried, as they destroyed freely, and, in desperation, he offered me samples of the near extinct beasts, to preserve them, and I accepted them joyously. My world grew in beauty, although I sorrowed at the cost to his,&amp;quot; Jothner said. &amp;quot;The apes gained more and more power, learning and growing, and beginning to realize what they were doing to their world. They began to establish great areas to preserve life in, and to cherish what they had almost destroyed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, then, in a madness we couldn&#039;t begin to comprehend they made war on each other, continuously for a prolonged period. Hundreds of millions of them died, until finally they devised devices using the powers of the stars themselves. At that point, my friend released all his creatures to me, to save them from the folly of the killer apes.&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;Only the apes he kept to himself, hoping he could find a way to save them too. I had the paradise I had wanted, although at a cost I wouldn&#039;t have believed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But watching the animals, I realized I couldn&#039;t talk to them. Lovely, graceful, they were everything I had hoped for in my land. But I was still lonely. My friend could speak with some of the apes, and he and they worked to save his world. I wanted some to speak with too, but NOT the apes!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Then one day, my friend said he&#039;d noticed a trend among some of the apes, a longing to be animals, wearing costumes and taking animal personas. We both thought it strange, but I realized, this might be a chance for me to place intelligence within my world without taking the apes!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I spoke with my friend for a long while about this, and he saw it as an alternative to the way his world had grown. We both set paths between our worlds, findable only by those who had that wish, that dream, to live as something else,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;And slowly, gradually, I began to get them. Almost all joyously accepted my offer. Those that didn&#039;t were returned to the point of entry in their world, with the memory removed of their visit, to continue their lives.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And so, Arrow, I come to you. This is my offer. Join me, here, and live as whatever you most dearly wish to be. Or return to your life in the other world. The door will still be open if you do, but you will have to find it yourself, and not be invited as this time.&amp;quot; Jothner said. &amp;quot;Take your time, think the offer over. If you wish to become one of mine, tell me what you wish to be. Then, take a drink.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arrow thought deeply over this choice. He was young, with his life before him...but, the lure was so strong. He had always loved the great raptors, how they flew free, riding the wind to go where they would. In many ways, he&#039;d always felt he should be one of them. But, his human life...?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If I choose the Hawk I would wish to be, what happens to my human life? My parents, all the entanglements, what happens to them?&amp;quot; he asked &amp;quot;I don&#039;t wish to just vanish and leave a legacy of pain to others.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is worked out with the Spirit of your world. We are far more powerful than you know. If you choose to come here, all trace of you in that world will  disappear, as if you never were there.&amp;quot; Jothner replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Relieved, Arrow said, &amp;quot;Sir, I choose to remain here. I wish to become a Red Tailed Hawk, the bird I have loved most all my days.&amp;quot; Arrow then reached down, picked up the bottle of water, and drank it dry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Welcome, My Child!&amp;quot; Jothner cried. &amp;quot;Welcome! I had hoped you would choose my world. We can use you here!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now, remove all your clothing and place it with the other garments, and I shall start on your transformation.&amp;quot; he said. Arrow quickly stripped, down to naked skin. He shivered a bit in the caverns coolness, but placed his clothes with the others and returned quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And now we begin your new life.&amp;quot; Arrow heard, then he gasped as he shrank. There was no pain, just - strangeness as his body began to transform. His arms twisted, and the very bones altered. Skin rippled, changed, then feathers began to sprout - a downy undergrowth. His chest changed, becoming the keel of a bird, and his internal organs rippled and twisted, assuming new configurations. His eyes changed as well, as his head shrank; nares and a beak grew where his mouth had been. Smaller, smaller, he shrank, going from a tall man to a fairly large bird, much smaller than a human. His feet altered, becoming the talons of a hawk. Over all this, his muscles changed, reforming into the new configurations needed to power his new body in flight. Finally, body essentially formed, came the feathers. Those on the body and head, needed for warmth and covering, then the wing and tail flight feathers, the crucial ones by which he would now earn his living. The change process slowed and came to an end. A mirror appeared before him, and he examined his new self. Pleased, he screamed a hawks cry!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I am glad you approve!&amp;quot; Jothner chuckled in his mind. &amp;quot;I had hoped you would join us. I had a secret reason, one I withheld so as not to force you in any way. She is behind you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Arrow spun - and beheld a vision of raptor loveliness, a female Red Tail! Larger than he, and waiting for him at the cavern entrance. &amp;quot;She has been here several years, while we hunted for someone who would become her mate,&amp;quot; Jothner said. Arrow screamed again, in thanks and joy - now his life was fulfilled!&lt;br /&gt;
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Together, the new couple bowed to Jothner, who chuckled again.  They turned and walked from the darkness of the cave, into their new lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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The end&lt;br /&gt;
12/24/07&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*{{user:FelixSagittarius/A Hawk Flying Free|A hawk Flying Free}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<updated>2008-01-20T20:08:06Z</updated>

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*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain|Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;br /&gt;
*{{user:FelixSagittarius/Flying Free|Flying Free}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 1/9</title>
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&lt;div&gt;{{series box|previous=The Talking Box|next=[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]|series=At the Ranch}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|r|At the Ranch Pt 1/9 &amp;quot;Farewells and Hellos&amp;quot;}}&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted into an uneasy sleep. The Department of Health and Human Services truck was supposed to come for me later today, and I was afraid of what that meant. To be taken to one of their &#039;ranches&#039;, where they kept the heavily changed large animal SCABS. I had heard of the Colonies they kept the smaller Changed in, and if this was going to be like them...I was scared. But, it seemed that something was...encouraging...this nap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I became aware of my surroundings - I had been here once before. But, this time, instead of standing on two feet, I now stood on four. The bright colors were greyed out, but the smells, ah! I drew a deep breath, and sighed; now I knew this was an equine paradise! I heard a nicker of amusement behind me, turned, and there She was - Epona, the ancient horse goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears in respect - I couldn&#039;t easily go to my knees now. She laughed again, then said, gently, &amp;quot;Welcome, my adopted child. Will you exchange breath with me, as one horse with another?&amp;quot; I raised my head and did as She had asked. With each breath of Hers, I felt...enlarged...as if my spirit was growing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My child, I have a task I would set you, if you will accept it,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;I wish you to be one of my priests, to aid those around you where you are going. Will you do this for Me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady of Horses, you know that, human, I was Priest of the Lady and the Lord. Now, in this form, of course I will serve You,&amp;quot; I said, humbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; She replied, then said, &amp;quot;What is coming will not be easy, but I will help as I can. The wheel of the world turns strangely these days, and Humans haven&#039;t begun to grasp the great changes they have set in motion. They still don&#039;t see, that while you wear a different &#039;&#039;form&#039;&#039;, your &#039;&#039;soul&#039;&#039; is still human, as are the souls of your brothers and sisters. Work with them, and give them such comfort as you can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would do so anyway, Lady, but your aid will be a comfort,&amp;quot; I said. Then, daring fate, I asked, &amp;quot;What of me, Lady?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are my child now, and that will remain so,&amp;quot; She said. I sighed, knowing this to be truth. &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; She continued, &amp;quot;I council this - look for the one of many shapes, but one soul. He will help you. Now, come, run with me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and raced away. I followed, glorying in the power and speed of the form I now wore. We ran across Her land...&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke, remembering.&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Separator|k}}&lt;br /&gt;
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What woke me was Doctor Malcolm, the vet who had been caring for my during my emotional transition from Man to Horse. He was standing at the gate calling to me to come for a final conference before the transporter&#039;s arrival time. I shook my head to clear the last of sleep from it, then whinnied at him. He had the gate open when I reached it. I trotted through, then he closed and latched it. I waited for him and, together, we walked back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Martin was waiting there, along with Mr. Anson from the ACLU and Mr. Fennix, the fox morph from the local SCABS organization. I carefully pulled out the (by now, heavily battered) piece of oak board I used as a sounder, and set it on the ground. Then, I reached back and flipped the switch to turn on the Talking Box. I started the thump/tap of Morse code, and the box said, &amp;quot;A good day to you, gentlemen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They all grinned at that, having heard me talking many times over the past week. A chorus of &#039;good days&#039; came back. I turned my gaze to Mr. Anson and asked, &amp;quot;How are things going, sir. Have you been able to stop my deportation?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I warned you, no, we haven&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;HHS has a great deal of experience in these matters, and they always set a short pick up time to forestall anyone stopping them. But, we have been able to file in Federal Court to stop them from seizing your property without a court hearing, and we will fight them on your behalf as we have for many other SCABS. But, removing you from the area is one of their strategies to keep you from testifying in your own behalf. We know where you&#039;re going, though, and we can get a writ to allow you to appear in court, if someone can transport you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fennix said, &amp;quot;Our information is that you&#039;ll be going to the &#039;Ranch&#039; out near Dodge City. Reports say it&#039;s not a bad place, but there are some sort of problems. The Humans are all right for the most part, the trouble is, somehow, with the herd. Some of the Humans are with us, most are just the kind of cowboy you&#039;d expect to find out there. Our people will introduce themselves with &amp;quot;hello, my friend&amp;quot; - they see the people there, where the cowboys only see livestock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at that, stung, then sighed and said, &amp;quot;Now, livestock is all I am. But, &#039;&#039;smart&#039;&#039; livestock!&amp;quot; The group laughed. I continued, &amp;quot;While I&#039;m thinking on it, will I be allowed to have visitors?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said Mr. Fennix. &amp;quot;They can&#039;t prevent your friends from coming to see you. But that&#039;s at least part of the reason for the long move, to cut down on such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. Doc, can I have you call someone for me this evening? He should be home then,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Or at least leave a message. He&#039;s a somewhat dreamy individual, a really creative person, so if he doesn&#039;t call back, please keep trying. Tell him I need him, and where I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A faint sound down the road caught my attention. I raised my head and swiveled my ears to listen - a truck, and a big one. &amp;quot;I hear them coming,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;They&#039;ll be here in a few minutes. Gentlemen, is there anything else we need to discuss?&amp;quot; They all shook their heads. &amp;quot;Very well then, please keep me informed as best you can. And thank you, one and all. Doc, Martin, lets get this gear off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head with great reluctance. According to the rules HHS had sent, I would only be allowed to have a halter and nothing more, when they picked me up. I deeply hated to loose my only recently gained speech, but the HHS people would destroy the Talking Box or throw it away. So, better to leave it here. An unrevealed secret is always best. Doc unfastened the band behind my forelegs that held the ID strap and the equipment from sliding forward, then he and Martin slid the whole assembly over my head and carried it inside. When they came back, I lifted my hoof and they removed the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, then slowly shook my head as Doc came out with the special halter he&#039;d had made with my name on it, and the currying brushes to comb out the matted down fur where the band had been. I stood and enjoyed the grooming - another good point about equineness, how good a brushing felt! Then he held out the halter. I looked at it and grumbled - I&#039;d never worn one before. I felt it demeaned me to being &#039;just an animal&#039;. But, it was necessary... I placed my head into the loops of leather, and Doc fastened the buckles behind my ears, leaving it loose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck had turned in and was coming up the drive. When it reached the yard, the driver swung it in a circle, then shut off the engine and climbed out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Doctor Malcolm! This him?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, this is James Maxwell, the SCABS patient,&amp;quot; Doc replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Let&#039;s get the paperwork done, and I can get back on the road. Only one other this time, and him already picked up, so it&#039;ll be a reasonably quick trip.&amp;quot; He reached back into the truck cab and got out a sheaf of forms, then he and the Doc headed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smelled another horse in the truck, and walked over. The other passenger put his head out the window, and we looked at each other. He was obviously a big breed, taller and heaver than I. I reached my nose up, and we exchanged breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;coming for a ride with me, are you?&amp;quot; in the subtle, quiet language we horses use among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not of my own will,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot; Damn HHS wants my money, so they take me. Nothing I can do, beyond what I have done -  get a lawyer and fight it! But, they can still transport me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know, same here, except I&#039;m too broke for the lawyer, with the penalties for damage to my rooms when I Changed, and for damages incurred getting me out of them and down to the ground. Oh, Lordy, was the landlord pissed!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry, I should introduce myself. I&#039;m James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just call me Wideload. I stopped being Human when I Changed, so I use that for a moniker among us,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, my equine brother!&amp;quot; I nickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And the same to you, horse bro&#039;,&amp;quot; he laughed back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, will you please come here?&amp;quot; called Doc Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Later,&amp;quot; I said to Wideload, then turned and walked back to the porch stairs where the driver and my friends were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, this is Jerry Moorcroft, the driver for your trip, and an old acquaintance of mine,&amp;quot; Doc said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s picked up and delivered a number of the deeply Changed SCABS who have come through here during their recovery phase. He&#039;s a good and careful driver, and will get you to the Dodge City ranch in good health. Jerry, this is James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; he said, and held out his hand for me to sniff. Introductions over, he said, &amp;quot;At least you came out of this a nice looking horse. I will warn you, though, some of the cowboys like to play with the &#039;livestock&#039;, so be ready to be ridden. I&#039;ve complained to the Director about this, but he&#039;s a cowboy type too, and sees no harm in &#039;exercising the patients&#039;. He&#039;s really waiting for your new friend, though. Now he has two heavy horses, and has a big wagon for them to pull.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lifted my hoof, to rattle back an answer, but let it hang, not knowing if I should reply and point out my ability to use code.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and talk,&amp;quot; Doc said, noticing my hanging hoof. &amp;quot;I told Jerry about your use of code. He doesn&#039;t know Morse, and doesn&#039;t think anyone else down there does either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;All right then,&amp;gt; I rattled off. &amp;lt;But the cowboy that puts a spur in me is gonna learn to fly!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry gave a startled laugh. &amp;quot;He really said that?&amp;quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, he did,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve known James for almost thirty years, until he Changed, and he is an expert Morse operator.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, um, err.... I&#039;m sorry, James,&amp;quot; Jerry apologized. &amp;quot;I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you&#039;re a &#039;&#039;man&#039;&#039; who has SCABS, but I see a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, and to have one talk to me is...strange! Hmm, an idea,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;I wonder if I could find a Morse operator in Dodge City?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started tapping and Martin started talking at the same time. We both stopped, then I nodded to Martin to go on, as he could simply say it. &amp;quot;There are several ways to,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;there should be a Ham Radio club down there, and you can contact them, or you can contact the American Radio Relay League and they can direct you, or as a last measure, drive through town and look for a large beam antenna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good!&amp;quot; Jerry said. &amp;quot;That will give a line of communication if it&#039;s needed. Well! James, come on and lets get you loaded. It&#039;s a six hour run from here, and I want to get there while it&#039;s still light out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;A moment, please - why don&#039;t you get the ramp down while I make my farewells?&amp;gt; I tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Good idea, come over when your ready. Oh, yeah, this IS a six hour trip, you might want to take a dump now. I&#039;ll let Mike out so he can join you, you&#039;ll ride better that way, although I&#039;ll make another relief stop later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him quizzically and tapped out &amp;lt;Who&#039;s Mike?&amp;gt; Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Mike Allen, the other SCABS horse. You met him while we got the paperwork done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Ah!&amp;gt; I sent, &amp;lt;He told me his name now is Wideload.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry gulped at that but said, &amp;quot;If that&#039;s what he wants to be called, so be it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He went over to the trailer and said, &amp;quot;Wideload, I&#039;m going to let you off for a bathroom break, okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The horse&#039;s ears went straight up. He stared  at me, shocked, then back at Jerry. After a moment, he slowly nodded, then gave him the horselaugh. Jerry dropped the ramp, and Wideload  walked carefully back out. He was even bigger than I&#039;d thought, a Clyde/Shire mix, and beautiful in his conformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over and said, &amp;quot;Well, you did want to be called Wideload, didn&#039;t you? Come on, the area I use is over here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I didn&#039;t know you could talk to humans!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In a roundabout way, through Morse code. I&#039;ve been using it for thirty years, and realized I could use it now, as well,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I can try to teach it to you, but I also know an easier code, that&#039;s quicker to learn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We finished quickly, then Wideload headed for the trailer, and I for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Thank you, one and all.&amp;gt; I tapped out. &amp;lt;Doc, for your kind help getting me through this. Martin, for helping with the Box and for translating.  Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, for your help and  the hope it brings for the future. From my heart, I thank you.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I turned and headed for the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 1/9</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: &lt;/p&gt;
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{{Separator|r|At the Ranch Pt 1/9 &amp;quot;Farewells and Hellos&amp;quot;}}&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted into an uneasy sleep. The Department of Health and Human Services truck was supposed to come for me later today, and I was afraid of what that meant. To be taken to one of their &#039;ranches&#039;, where they kept the heavily changed large animal SCABS. I had heard of the Colonies they kept the smaller Changed in, and if this was going to be like them...I was scared. But, it seemed that something was...encouraging...this nap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I became aware of my surroundings - I had been here once before. But, this time, instead of standing on two feet, I now stood on four. The bright colors were greyed out, but the smells, ah! I drew a deep breath, and sighed; now I knew this was an equine paradise! I heard a nicker of amusement behind me, turned, and there She was - Epona, the ancient horse goddess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped my head and spread my ears in respect - I couldn&#039;t easily go to my knees now. She laughed again, then said, gently, &amp;quot;Welcome, my adopted child. Will you exchange breath with me, as one horse with another?&amp;quot; I raised my head and did as She had asked. With each breath of Hers, I felt...enlarged...as if my spirit was growing. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My child, I have a task I would set you, if you will accept it,&amp;quot; She said. &amp;quot;I wish you to be one of my priests, to aid those around you where you are going. Will you do this for Me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady of Horses, you know that, human, I was Priest of the Lady and the Lord. Now, in this form, of course I will serve You,&amp;quot; I said, humbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; She replied, then said, &amp;quot;What is coming will not be easy, but I will help as I can. The wheel of the world turns strangely these days, and Humans haven&#039;t begun to grasp the great changes they have set in motion. They still don&#039;t see, that while you wear a different &#039;&#039;form&#039;&#039;, your &#039;&#039;soul&#039;&#039; is still human, as are the souls of your brothers and sisters. Work with them, and give them such comfort as you can.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I would do so anyway, Lady, but your aid will be a comfort,&amp;quot; I said. Then, daring fate, I asked, &amp;quot;What of me, Lady?&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are my child now, and that will remain so,&amp;quot; She said. I sighed, knowing this to be truth. &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; She continued, &amp;quot;I council this - look for the one of many shapes, but one soul. He will help you. Now, come, run with me!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She turned and raced away. I followed, glorying in the power and speed of the form I now wore. We ran across Her land...&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke, remembering.&lt;br /&gt;
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What woke me was Doctor Malcolm, the vet who had been caring for my during my emotional transition from Man to Horse. He was standing at the gate calling to me to come for a final conference before the transporter&#039;s arrival time. I shook my head to clear the last of sleep from it, then whinnied at him. He had the gate open when I reached it. I trotted through, then he closed and latched it. I waited for him and, together, we walked back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Martin was waiting there, along with Mr. Anson from the ACLU and Mr. Fennix, the fox morph from the local SCABS organization. I carefully pulled out the (by now, heavily battered) piece of oak board I used as a sounder, and set it on the ground. Then, I reached back and flipped the switch to turn on the Talking Box. I started the thump/tap of Morse code, and the box said, &amp;quot;A good day to you, gentlemen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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They all grinned at that, having heard me talking many times over the past week. A chorus of &#039;good days&#039; came back. I turned my gaze to Mr. Anson and asked, &amp;quot;How are things going, sir. Have you been able to stop my deportation?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As I warned you, no, we haven&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;HHS has a great deal of experience in these matters, and they always set a short pick up time to forestall anyone stopping them. But, we have been able to file in Federal Court to stop them from seizing your property without a court hearing, and we will fight them on your behalf as we have for many other SCABS. But, removing you from the area is one of their strategies to keep you from testifying in your own behalf. We know where you&#039;re going, though, and we can get a writ to allow you to appear in court, if someone can transport you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fennix said, &amp;quot;Our information is that you&#039;ll be going to the &#039;Ranch&#039; out near Dodge City. Reports say it&#039;s not a bad place, but there are some sort of problems. The Humans are all right for the most part, the trouble is, somehow, with the herd. Some of the Humans are with us, most are just the kind of cowboy you&#039;d expect to find out there. Our people will introduce themselves with &amp;quot;hello, my friend&amp;quot; - they see the people there, where the cowboys only see livestock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I snorted at that, stung, then sighed and said, &amp;quot;Now, livestock is all I am. But, &#039;&#039;smart&#039;&#039; livestock!&amp;quot; The group laughed. I continued, &amp;quot;While I&#039;m thinking on it, will I be allowed to have visitors?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; said Mr. Fennix. &amp;quot;They can&#039;t prevent your friends from coming to see you. But that&#039;s at least part of the reason for the long move, to cut down on such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. Doc, can I have you call someone for me this evening? He should be home then,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Or at least leave a message. He&#039;s a somewhat dreamy individual, a really creative person, so if he doesn&#039;t call back, please keep trying. Tell him I need him, and where I am.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A faint sound down the road caught my attention. I raised my head and swiveled my ears to listen - a truck, and a big one. &amp;quot;I hear them coming,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;They&#039;ll be here in a few minutes. Gentlemen, is there anything else we need to discuss?&amp;quot; They all shook their heads. &amp;quot;Very well then, please keep me informed as best you can. And thank you, one and all. Doc, Martin, lets get this gear off.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head with great reluctance. According to the rules HHS had sent, I would only be allowed to have a halter and nothing more, when they picked me up. I deeply hated to loose my only recently gained speech, but the HHS people would destroy the Talking Box or throw it away. So, better to leave it here. An unrevealed secret is always best. Doc unfastened the band behind my forelegs that held the ID strap and the equipment from sliding forward, then he and Martin slid the whole assembly over my head and carried it inside. When they came back, I lifted my hoof and they removed the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed, then slowly shook my head as Doc came out with the special halter he&#039;d had made with my name on it, and the currying brushes to comb out the matted down fur where the band had been. I stood and enjoyed the grooming - another good point about equineness, how good a brushing felt! Then he held out the halter. I looked at it and grumbled - I&#039;d never worn one before. I felt it demeaned me to being &#039;just an animal&#039;. But, it was necessary... I placed my head into the loops of leather, and Doc fastened the buckles behind my ears, leaving it loose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truck had turned in and was coming up the drive. When it reached the yard, the driver swung it in a circle, then shut off the engine and climbed out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hi, Doctor Malcolm! This him?&amp;quot; he said, pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, this is James Maxwell, the SCABS patient,&amp;quot; Doc replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Let&#039;s get the paperwork done, and I can get back on the road. Only one other this time, and him already picked up, so it&#039;ll be a reasonably quick trip.&amp;quot; He reached back into the truck cab and got out a sheaf of forms, then he and the Doc headed for his office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smelled another horse in the truck, and walked over. The other passenger put his head out the window, and we looked at each other. He was obviously a big breed, taller and heaver than I. I reached my nose up, and we exchanged breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;coming for a ride with me, are you?&amp;quot; in the subtle, quiet language we horses use among ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not of my own will,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot; Damn HHS wants my money, so they take me. Nothing I can do, beyond what I have done -  get a lawyer and fight it! But, they can still transport me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know, same here, except I&#039;m too broke for the lawyer, with the penalties for damage to my rooms when I Changed, and for damages incurred getting me out of them and down to the ground. Oh, Lordy, was the landlord pissed!&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sorry, I should introduce myself. I&#039;m James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just call me Wideload. I stopped being Human when I Changed, so I use that for a moniker among us,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, my equine brother!&amp;quot; I nickered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And the same to you, horse bro&#039;,&amp;quot; he laughed back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, will you please come here?&amp;quot; called Doc Malcolm. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Later,&amp;quot; I said to Wideload, then turned and walked back to the porch stairs where the driver and my friends were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, this is Jerry Moorcroft, the driver for your trip, and an old acquaintance of mine,&amp;quot; Doc said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s picked up and delivered a number of the deeply Changed SCABS who have come through here during their recovery phase. He&#039;s a good and careful driver, and will get you to the Dodge City ranch in good health. Jerry, this is James Maxwell.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; he said, and held out his hand for me to sniff. Introductions over, he said, &amp;quot;At least you came out of this a nice looking horse. I will warn you, though, some of the cowboys like to play with the &#039;livestock&#039;, so be ready to be ridden. I&#039;ve complained to the Director about this, but he&#039;s a cowboy type too, and sees no harm in &#039;exercising the patients&#039;. He&#039;s really waiting for your new friend, though. Now he has two heavy horses, and has a big wagon for them to pull.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I lifted my hoof, to rattle back an answer, but let it hang, not knowing if I should reply and point out my ability to use code.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go ahead and talk,&amp;quot; Doc said, noticing my hanging hoof. &amp;quot;I told Jerry about your use of code. He doesn&#039;t know Morse, and doesn&#039;t think anyone else down there does either.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;All right then,&amp;gt; I rattled off. &amp;lt;But the cowboy that puts a spur in me is gonna learn to fly!&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry gave a startled laugh. &amp;quot;He really said that?&amp;quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, he did,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve known James for almost thirty years, until he Changed, and he is an expert Morse operator.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, um, err.... I&#039;m sorry, James,&amp;quot; Jerry apologized. &amp;quot;I &#039;&#039;know&#039;&#039; you&#039;re a &#039;&#039;man&#039;&#039; who has SCABS, but I see a &#039;&#039;horse&#039;&#039;, and to have one talk to me is...strange! Hmm, an idea,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;I wonder if I could find a Morse operator in Dodge City?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started tapping and Martin started talking at the same time. We both stopped, then I nodded to Martin to go on, as he could simply say it. &amp;quot;There are several ways to,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;there should be a Ham Radio club down there, and you can contact them, or you can contact the American Radio Relay League and they can direct you, or as a last measure, drive through town and look for a large beam antenna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good!&amp;quot; Jerry said. &amp;quot;That will give a line of communication if it&#039;s needed. Well! James, come on and lets get you loaded. It&#039;s a six hour run from here, and I want to get there while it&#039;s still light out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;A moment, please - why don&#039;t you get the ramp down while I make my farewells?&amp;gt; I tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Good idea, come over when your ready. Oh, yeah, this IS a six hour trip, you might want to take a dump now. I&#039;ll let Mike out so he can join you, you&#039;ll ride better that way, although I&#039;ll make another relief stop later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him quizzically and tapped out &amp;lt;Who&#039;s Mike?&amp;gt; Martin translated, and Jerry said, &amp;quot;Mike Allen, the other SCABS horse. You met him while we got the paperwork done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Ah!&amp;gt; I sent, &amp;lt;He told me his name now is Wideload.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jerry gulped at that but said, &amp;quot;If that&#039;s what he wants to be called, so be it.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He went over to the trailer and said, &amp;quot;Wideload, I&#039;m going to let you off for a bathroom break, okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The horse&#039;s ears went straight up. He stared  at me, shocked, then back at Jerry. After a moment, he slowly nodded, then gave him the horselaugh. Jerry dropped the ramp, and Wideload  walked carefully back out. He was even bigger than I&#039;d thought, a Clyde/Shire mix, and beautiful in his conformation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked over and said, &amp;quot;Well, you did want to be called Wideload, didn&#039;t you? Come on, the area I use is over here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I didn&#039;t know you could talk to humans!&amp;quot; Wideload said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In a roundabout way, through Morse code. I&#039;ve been using it for thirty years, and realized I could use it now, as well,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I can try to teach it to you, but I also know an easier code, that&#039;s quicker to learn.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We finished quickly, then Wideload headed for the trailer, and I for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;Thank you, one and all.&amp;gt; I tapped out. &amp;lt;Doc, for your kind help getting me through this. Martin, for helping with the Box and for translating.  Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, for your help and  the hope it brings for the future. From my heart, I thank you.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I turned and headed for the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain</title>
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We left our desks and crowded to the windows as the inky blackness of the Storm rolled over the city&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, just like the alien ships in Independence Day!&amp;quot; laughed one of my colleges.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him and said, &amp;quot;Not funny, Dan. You&#039;ve seen what these Storms have done out on the farms and ranches on TV. This stuff worries me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The crowd quieted.  The Rains suddenly poured down from above. I noticed that the traffic down on the street was slowing then coming to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another person noticed it too, then said, &amp;quot;Look at the traffic - it&#039;s rusting!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He was right. The shiny new cars,  trucks, and big rigs, along with the old junkers, were all corroding away, even as we watched.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That rain must be acidic as hell,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure glad I&#039;m not in it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a dazzling blue-green flash from well up the street, followed a few minutes later by a huge &#039;boom&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lightning?&amp;quot; Dan asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, that was a transformer station going out,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;People, I think...&amp;quot; was as far as I got before there was an even brighter flare and explosive crash. The building shuddered, then the power died. Everyone cried out; we couldn&#039;t see in the sudden darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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As our eyes adjusted to the inky dark, we noticed a glow among the office cubes. I headed for it, followed by everyone else. As I thought, it was Stormcrow, the office kook. He&#039;d remained in his cube when the Storm showed up, and had lit a set of candles. He&#039;d blocked the entrance to the cube, but we could see him sitting on the floor, mumbling to himself. I noticed that he had what looked like an altar set up. The four candles were all different colors, and in a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t disturb him,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s doing a ritual. Maybe when he&#039;s done he can tell us what&#039;s going on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; said a lady who&#039;d remained by the window, &amp;quot;the streets are clear, the cars are all gone - but there aren&#039;t any people down there - just animals!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We all rushed back to see, then I noticed something else.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Get back from the windows!&amp;quot; I shouted. &amp;quot;They&#039;re being eaten away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A phone started ringing, back in the maze of cubes. We all looked at each other, then I headed for it. As I thought, since I was the Office Manager, it was my phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Weird,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;No power, but my phone is ringing!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I was scared to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Pick it up and put it on the office intercom,&amp;quot; I heard Stormcrow call. &amp;quot;SHE wants to speak to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My hand shook as I picked up the receiver and opened the office speaker system. I heard an immense babbling, as if all the phones in the city had been tied together as one, then, abruptly, the sound died. Now, I heard a distant sighing, like the wind, which grew louder as I listened. A voice became apparent, that of an older woman, growing in volume.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, &amp;quot;I am Gaia, the spirit of this world. Humans have finally passed my limits, and I must intervene to save myself and all of my other Children from your excesses. I have tried to warn you, but you just wouldn&#039;t listen. So, regretfully, sadly, I must take a direct hand. I have decided that this city is not needed by the humans I will leave, and I am removing it. I do not wish to kill, so I am asking everyone to leave your buildings before I erase them. BUT! I warn you, if you do not, I am sorry, but you will die. Please, my Children, come outside to be judged.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Stormcrow&#039;s cube. He had finished his ritual, as all the candles were out except the large white one on his desk. He had removed the barrier to his office and was sitting in his chair, head in his hands, sobbing softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy,&amp;quot; I said quietly. &amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He removed his head from his hands, wiped his eyes, then turned his chair around to face me. &lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Do what the Lady asks, James, and &#039;&#039;soon&#039;&#039;. We all must go down the fire escape stairs and leave. She will give us plenty of time. She&#039;s doing tear down and clean up on the refineries and power stations now, then will do the slums, suburbs, and such before She comes for these buildings.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, why? What have we done to deserve this?&amp;quot; I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do I really need to tell you, yet again?&amp;quot; he sighed, and pointed to the various posters he&#039;d decorated his cube with, mostly Green propaganda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re joking!&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m not,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;You&#039;ve seen what She&#039;s done already, out on the farms and ranches. The barbed wire gone, the herds of buffalo that the most of the cattle became, the huge swaths of corn and soybeans that suddenly reverted to tall grass prairie as the Storms passed over them. She means it, every word. She&#039;s resetting the world, and bringing back her other Children, the ones we have pushed to the edge or driven into extinction. From what She told me, She wants the world set back to what it was like roughly around the Middle Ages, although the Humans She allows to remain will still have all the modern level of civilization we currently have. She will supply methods of drawing safe power, but the polluting coal-fired and fission nuclear plants have to go, so She can clean the air, seas, and land.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, God won&#039;t let her &#039;&#039;do&#039;&#039; this!&amp;quot; I said, emotion choking my throat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prayed to my Gods, just now,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;All the Gods, ALL of them, have to stand aside in this. They are Gods of Humanity. She is the World, and has ultimate priority here. She is the Great Mother, She loves us all, as we are Her brightest Children and Her greatest hope. But we took a wrong turning in our path upwards, and so She is forced to prune the proud tree of Humanity to save it and everything else.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;We need to get downstairs and outside. She meant what She said. If we&#039;re inside when She tears down the building, we&#039;ll die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered the alternatives for a moment, life or death, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;People, we have to leave. Stormy has a candle, he can lead the way to the stairs. Come on, lets go. There isn&#039;t much time!&amp;quot; I called.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve more than one,&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at me carefully for a moment, then handed me the green candle. It meant something, I&#039;m sure, but I lit it from his and went over to the door. He gave the red one to one of the secretaries, who I&#039;d always considered to be energetic, the yellow to another who was highly intelligent, and the blue to a very calm older lady. We lead the others to the stairwell, then spaced ourselves down it to provide light for those leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went back through the office after the crowd had passed, to make sure everyone was gone. There were two who refused to leave, an older couple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We don&#039;t want to go,&amp;quot; the man stated. &amp;quot;We&#039;ve been together these last thirty years, we&#039;ll remain so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If you stay, you&#039;ll die,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;You heard what She said.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then we&#039;ll go to God together,&amp;quot; she said, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bowed my head, then said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re certain of this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes. We&#039;ve made our choice,&amp;quot; he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;May God receive you with joy,&amp;quot; I prayed. I turned away, heading for the exit. &lt;br /&gt;
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I walked down the stairs, my candle stub flickering before me. When I got out the stairwell door at the bottom, the only person there was Stormcrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where&#039;s everyone else?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She has judged them and sent them on,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tom and Martha have chosen to remain in the building,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Their choice,&amp;quot; he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What about you?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Waited for you. Lets go and face fate together, okay?&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy, you&#039;ve always been the outsider in the office. I wish it hadn&#039;t been so, but that&#039;s how it&#039;s been. I&#039;m sorry about that. And thanks, you&#039;ve been a major help this afternoon,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I held out my hand. He took it and we shook. Then we walked through the doors together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped through the door and into a column of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you for coming to me, my Child,&amp;quot; She said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knelt in awe of Her. I asked, &amp;quot;What of me now, Mother?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me, seeming to study my soul, then said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, my Child, but you cannot remain human. There are simply too many, and I must pick and choose only those who best serve my needs. I have examined you, and find that you have no violence in you; yet, you are a leader. I offer you this choice, to be a male among the herbivores - antelope, bison, mountain goat, sheep, or the horses I wish to reestablish in their ancestral home. No deer, I&#039;m afraid. If anything they&#039;re too successful, but my new wolf packs will soon set that right. I will modify the being you choose for speech, as I have done for all other human souls, and will leave your intelligence intact.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought on the choices offered. I carefully examined each alternative as She waited with infinite patience, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I wish to become a stallion, Mother,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded. &amp;quot;So be it, my proud Child. Go, your herd awaits you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I staggered for a moment, then regained my balance. I stood on four hooves now. It felt totally natural, as if this was what I had been all my life. I looked at myself, then my surroundings. The buildings were gone. All there was in sight was an endless expanse of grass, with occasional copses of trees. A sudden realization of smells assaulted me, and it took a few moments to figure them out. I saw a small group of mares off in the distance, and trotted toward them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James! We&#039;ve been waiting for you!&amp;quot; said one of the mares.&lt;br /&gt;
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We exchanged breath. She said, &amp;quot;Lady Gaia told us to wait here, that you&#039;d be coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Teresa, I&#039;d recognize you anywhere,&amp;quot; I said to the mare who had been the leader of the secretarial pool, and an old friend. &amp;quot;You&#039;re the lead mare?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded, then said, &amp;quot;Come and meet the others. They aren&#039;t all people you know, but they&#039;re all eager to meet the stallion of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I exchanged breath with each of them; we smelled each other to learn each others scents. I spoke with each. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, learning as we went, we became horses together, on Gaia&#039;s endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gaia&#039;s Rain&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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We left our desks and crowded to the windows as the inky blackness of the Storm rolled over the city&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, just like the alien ships in Independence Day!&amp;quot; laughed one of my colleges.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him and said, &amp;quot;Not funny, Dan. You&#039;ve seen what these Storms have done out on the farms and ranches on TV. This stuff worries me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The crowd quieted.  The Rains suddenly poured down from above. I noticed that the traffic down on the street was slowing then coming to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another person noticed it too, then said, &amp;quot;Look at the traffic - it&#039;s rusting!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He was right. The shiny new cars,  trucks, and big rigs, along with the old junkers, were all corroding away, even as we watched.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That rain must be acidic as hell,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure glad I&#039;m not in it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a dazzling blue-green flash from well up the street, followed a few minutes later by a huge &#039;boom&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lightning?&amp;quot; Dan asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, that was a transformer station going out,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;People, I think...&amp;quot; was as far as I got before there was an even brighter flare and explosive crash. The building shuddered, then the power died. Everyone cried out; we couldn&#039;t see in the sudden darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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As our eyes adjusted to the inky dark, we noticed a glow among the office cubes. I headed for it, followed by everyone else. As I thought, it was Stormcrow, the office kook. He&#039;d remained in his cube when the Storm showed up, and had lit a set of candles. He&#039;d blocked the entrance to the cube, but we could see him sitting on the floor, mumbling to himself. I noticed that he had what looked like an altar set up. The four candles were all different colors, and in a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t disturb him,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s doing a ritual. Maybe when he&#039;s done he can tell us what&#039;s going on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; said a lady who&#039;d remained by the window, &amp;quot;the streets are clear, the cars are all gone - but there aren&#039;t any people down there - just animals!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We all rushed back to see, then I noticed something else.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Get back from the windows!&amp;quot; I shouted. &amp;quot;They&#039;re being eaten away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A phone started ringing, back in the maze of cubes. We all looked at each other, then I headed for it. As I thought, since I was the Office Manager, it was my phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Weird,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;No power, but my phone is ringing!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I was scared to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Pick it up and put it on the office intercom,&amp;quot; I heard Stormcrow call. &amp;quot;SHE wants to speak to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My hand shook as I picked up the receiver and opened the office speaker system. I heard an immense babbling, as if all the phones in the city had been tied together as one, then, abruptly, the sound died. Now, I heard a distant sighing, like the wind, which grew louder as I listened. A voice became apparent, that of an older woman, growing in volume.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, &amp;quot;I am Gaia, the spirit of this world. Humans have finally passed my limits, and I must intervene to save myself and all of my other Children from your excesses. I have tried to warn you, but you just wouldn&#039;t listen. So, regretfully, sadly, I must take a direct hand. I have decided that this city is not needed by the humans I will leave, and I am removing it. I do not wish to kill, so I am asking everyone to leave your buildings before I erase them. BUT! I warn you, if you do not, I am sorry, but you will die. Please, my Children, come outside to be judged.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Stormcrow&#039;s cube. He had finished his ritual, as all the candles were out except the large white one on his desk. He had removed the barrier to his office and was sitting in his chair, head in his hands, sobbing softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy,&amp;quot; I said quietly. &amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He removed his head from his hands, wiped his eyes, then turned his chair around to face me. &lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Do what the Lady asks, James, and &#039;&#039;soon&#039;&#039;. We all must go down the fire escape stairs and leave. She will give us plenty of time. She&#039;s doing tear down and clean up on the refineries and power stations now, then will do the slums, suburbs, and such before She comes for these buildings.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, why? What have we done to deserve this?&amp;quot; I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do I really need to tell you, yet again?&amp;quot; he sighed, and pointed to the various posters he&#039;d decorated his cube with, mostly Green propaganda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re joking!&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m not,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;You&#039;ve seen what She&#039;s done already, out on the farms and ranches. The barbed wire gone, the herds of buffalo that the most of the cattle became, the huge swaths of corn and soybeans that suddenly reverted to tall grass prairie as the Storms passed over them. She means it, every word. She&#039;s resetting the world, and bringing back her other Children, the ones we have pushed to the edge or driven into extinction. From what She told me, She wants the world set back to what it was like roughly around the Middle Ages, although the Humans She allows to remain will still have all the modern level of civilization we currently have. She will supply methods of drawing safe power, but the polluting coal-fired and fission nuclear plants have to go, so She can clean the air, seas, and land.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, God won&#039;t let her &#039;&#039;do&#039;&#039; this!&amp;quot; I said, emotion choking my throat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prayed to my Gods, just now,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;All the Gods, ALL of them, have to stand aside in this. They are Gods of Humanity. She is the World, and has ultimate priority here. She is the Great Mother, She loves us all, as we are Her brightest Children and Her greatest hope. But we took a wrong turning in our path upwards, and so She is forced to prune the proud tree of Humanity to save it and everything else.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;We need to get downstairs and outside. She meant what She said. If we&#039;re inside when She tears down the building, we&#039;ll die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered the alternatives for a moment, life or death, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;People, we have to leave. Stormy has a candle, he can lead the way to the stairs. Come on, lets go. There isn&#039;t much time!&amp;quot; I called.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve more than one,&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at me carefully for a moment, then handed me the green candle. It meant something, I&#039;m sure, but I lit it from his and went over to the door. He gave the red one to one of the secretaries, who I&#039;d always considered to be energetic, the yellow to another who was highly intelligent, and the blue to a very calm older lady. We lead the others to the stairwell, then spaced ourselves down it to provide light for those leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went back through the office after the crowd had passed, to make sure everyone was gone. There were two who refused to leave, an older couple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We don&#039;t want to go,&amp;quot; the man stated. &amp;quot;We&#039;ve been together these last thirty years, we&#039;ll remain so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If you stay, you&#039;ll die,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;You heard what She said.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then we&#039;ll go to God together,&amp;quot; she said, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bowed my head, then said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re certain of this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes. We&#039;ve made our choice,&amp;quot; he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;May God receive you with joy,&amp;quot; I prayed. I turned away, heading for the exit. &lt;br /&gt;
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I walked down the stairs, my candle stub flickering before me. When I got out the stairwell door at the bottom, the only person there was Stormcrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where&#039;s everyone else?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She has judged them and sent them on,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tom and Martha have chosen to remain in the building,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Their choice,&amp;quot; he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What about you?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Waited for you. Lets go and face fate together, okay?&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy, you&#039;ve always been the outsider in the office. I wish it hadn&#039;t been so, but that&#039;s how it&#039;s been. I&#039;m sorry about that. And thanks, you&#039;ve been a major help this afternoon,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I held out my hand. He took it and we shook. Then we walked through the doors together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped through the door and into a column of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you for coming to me, my Child,&amp;quot; She said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knelt in awe of Her. I asked, &amp;quot;What of me now, Mother?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me, seeming to study my soul, then said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, my Child, but you cannot remain human. There are simply too many, and I must pick and choose only those who best serve my needs. I have examined you, and find that you have no violence in you; yet, you are a leader. I offer you this choice, to be a male among the herbivores - antelope, bison, mountain goat, sheep, or the horses I wish to reestablish in their ancestral home. No deer, I&#039;m afraid. If anything they&#039;re too successful, but my new wolf packs will soon set that right. I will modify the being you choose for speech, as I have done for all other human souls, and will leave your intelligence intact.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought on the choices offered. I carefully examined each alternative as She waited with infinite patience, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I wish to become a stallion, Mother,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded. &amp;quot;So be it, my proud Child. Go, your herd awaits you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I staggered for a moment, then regained my balance. I stood on four hooves now. It felt totally natural, as if this was what I had been all my life. I looked at myself, then my surroundings. The buildings were gone. All there was in sight was an endless expanse of grass, with occasional copses of trees. A sudden realization of smells assaulted me, and it took a few moments to figure them out. I saw a small group of mares off in the distance, and trotted toward them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James! We&#039;ve been waiting for you!&amp;quot; said one of the mares.&lt;br /&gt;
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We exchanged breath. She said, &amp;quot;Lady Gaia told us to wait here, that you&#039;d be coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Teresa, I&#039;d recognize you anywhere,&amp;quot; I said to the mare who had been the leader of the secretarial pool, and an old friend. &amp;quot;You&#039;re the lead mare?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded, then said, &amp;quot;Come and meet the others. They aren&#039;t all people you know, but they&#039;re all eager to meet the stallion of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I exchanged breath with each of them; we smelled each other to learn each others scents. I spoke with each. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, learning as we went, we became horses together, on Gaia&#039;s endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain</title>
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Gaia&#039;s Rain&lt;br /&gt;
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By Felix Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;
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We left our desks and crowded to the windows as the inky blackness of the Storm rolled over the city&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, just like the alien ships in Independence Day!&amp;quot; laughed one of my colleges.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him and said, &amp;quot;Not funny, Dan. You&#039;ve seen what these Storms have done out on the farms and ranches on TV. This stuff worries me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The crowd quieted.  The Rains suddenly poured down from above. I noticed that the traffic down on the street was slowing then coming to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another person noticed it too, then said, &amp;quot;Look at the traffic - it&#039;s rusting!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He was right. The shiny new cars,  trucks, and big rigs, along with the old junkers, were all corroding away, even as we watched.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That rain must be acidic as hell,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure glad I&#039;m not in it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a dazzling blue-green flash from well up the street, followed a few minutes later by a huge &#039;boom&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lightning?&amp;quot; Dan asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, that was a transformer station going out,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;People, I think...&amp;quot; was as far as I got before there was an even brighter flare and explosive crash. The building shuddered, then the power died. Everyone cried out; we couldn&#039;t see in the sudden darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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As our eyes adjusted to the inky dark, we noticed a glow among the office cubes. I headed for it, followed by everyone else. As I thought, it was Stormcrow, the office kook. He&#039;d remained in his cube when the Storm showed up, and had lit a set of candles. He&#039;d blocked the entrance to the cube, but we could see him sitting on the floor, mumbling to himself. I noticed that he had what looked like an altar set up. The four candles were all different colors, and in a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t disturb him,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s doing a ritual. Maybe when he&#039;s done he can tell us what&#039;s going on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; said a lady who&#039;d remained by the window, &amp;quot;the streets are clear, the cars are all gone - but there aren&#039;t any people down there - just animals!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We all rushed back to see, then I noticed something else.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Get back from the windows!&amp;quot; I shouted. &amp;quot;They&#039;re being eaten away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A phone started ringing, back in the maze of cubes. We all looked at each other, then I headed for it. As I thought, since I was the Office Manager, it was my phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Weird,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;No power, but my phone is ringing!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I was scared to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Pick it up and put it on the office intercom,&amp;quot; I heard Stormcrow call. &amp;quot;SHE wants to speak to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My hand shook as I picked up the receiver and opened the office speaker system. I heard an immense babbling, as if all the phones in the city had been tied together as one, then, abruptly, the sound died. Now, I heard a distant sighing, like the wind, which grew louder as I listened. A voice became apparent, that of an older woman, growing in volume.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, &amp;quot;I am Gaia, the spirit of this world. Humans have finally passed my limits, and I must intervene to save myself and all of my other Children from your excesses. I have tried to warn you, but you just wouldn&#039;t listen. So, regretfully, sadly, I must take a direct hand. I have decided that this city is not needed by the humans I will leave, and I am removing it. I do not wish to kill, so I am asking everyone to leave your buildings before I erase them. BUT! I warn you, if you do not, I am sorry, but you will die. Please, my Children, come outside to be judged.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Stormcrow&#039;s cube. He had finished his ritual, as all the candles were out except the large white one on his desk. He had removed the barrier to his office and was sitting in his chair, head in his hands, sobbing softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy,&amp;quot; I said quietly. &amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He removed his head from his hands, wiped his eyes, then turned his chair around to face me. &lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Do what the Lady asks, James, and &#039;&#039;soon&#039;&#039;. We all must go down the fire escape stairs and leave. She will give us plenty of time. She&#039;s doing tear down and clean up on the refineries and power stations now, then will do the slums, suburbs, and such before She comes for these buildings.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, why? What have we done to deserve this?&amp;quot; I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do I really need to tell you, yet again?&amp;quot; he sighed, and pointed to the various posters he&#039;d decorated his cube with, mostly Green propaganda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re joking!&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m not,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;You&#039;ve seen what She&#039;s done already, out on the farms and ranches. The barbed wire gone, the herds of buffalo that the most of the cattle became, the huge swaths of corn and soybeans that suddenly reverted to tall grass prairie as the Storms passed over them. She means it, every word. She&#039;s resetting the world, and bringing back her other Children, the ones we have pushed to the edge or driven into extinction. From what She told me, She wants the world set back to what it was like roughly around the Middle Ages, although the Humans She allows to remain will still have all the modern level of civilization we currently have. She will supply methods of drawing safe power, but the polluting coal-fired and fission nuclear plants have to go, so She can clean the air, seas, and land.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, God won&#039;t let her &#039;&#039;do&#039;&#039; this!&amp;quot; I said, emotion choking my throat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prayed to my Gods, just now,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;All the Gods, ALL of them, have to stand aside in this. They are Gods of Humanity. She is the World, and has ultimate priority here. She is the Great Mother, She loves us all, as we are Her brightest Children and Her greatest hope. But we took a wrong turning in our path upwards, and so She is forced to prune the proud tree of Humanity to save it and everything else.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;We need to get downstairs and outside. She meant what She said. If we&#039;re inside when She tears down the building, we&#039;ll die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered the alternatives for a moment, life or death, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;People, we have to leave. Stormy has a candle, he can lead the way to the stairs. Come on, lets go. There isn&#039;t much time!&amp;quot; I called.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve more than one,&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at me carefully for a moment, then handed me the green candle. It meant something, I&#039;m sure, but I lit it from his and went over to the door. He gave the red one to one of the secretaries, who I&#039;d always considered to be energetic, the yellow to another who was highly intelligent, and the blue to a very calm older lady. We lead the others to the stairwell, then spaced ourselves down it to provide light for those leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went back through the office after the crowd had passed, to make sure everyone was gone. There were two who refused to leave, an older couple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We don&#039;t want to go,&amp;quot; the man stated. &amp;quot;We&#039;ve been together these last thirty years, we&#039;ll remain so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If you stay, you&#039;ll die,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;You heard what She said.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then we&#039;ll go to God together,&amp;quot; she said, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bowed my head, then said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re certain of this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes. We&#039;ve made our choice,&amp;quot; he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;May God receive you with joy,&amp;quot; I prayed. I turned away, heading for the exit. &lt;br /&gt;
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I walked down the stairs, my candle stub flickering before me. When I got out the stairwell door at the bottom, the only person there was Stormcrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where&#039;s everyone else?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She has judged them and sent them on,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tom and Martha have chosen to remain in the building,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Their choice,&amp;quot; he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What about you?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Waited for you. Lets go and face fate together, okay?&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy, you&#039;ve always been the outsider in the office. I wish it hadn&#039;t been so, but that&#039;s how it&#039;s been. I&#039;m sorry about that. And thanks, you&#039;ve been a major help this afternoon,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I held out my hand. He took it and we shook. Then we walked through the doors together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped through the door and into a column of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you for coming to me, my Child,&amp;quot; She said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knelt in awe of Her. I asked, &amp;quot;What of me now, Mother?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me, seeming to study my soul, then said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, my Child, but you cannot remain human. There are simply too many, and I must pick and choose only those who best serve my needs. I have examined you, and find that you have no violence in you; yet, you are a leader. I offer you this choice, to be a male among the herbivores - antelope, bison, mountain goat, sheep, or the horses I wish to reestablish in their ancestral home. No deer, I&#039;m afraid. If anything they&#039;re too successful, but my new wolf packs will soon set that right. I will modify the being you choose for speech, as I have done for all other human souls, and will leave your intelligence intact.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought on the choices offered. I carefully examined each alternative as She waited with infinite patience, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I wish to become a stallion, Mother,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded. &amp;quot;So be it, my proud Child. Go, your herd awaits you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I staggered for a moment, then regained my balance. I stood on four hooves now. It felt totally natural, as if this was what I had been all my life. I looked at myself, then my surroundings. The buildings were gone. All there was in sight was an endless expanse of grass, with occasional copses of trees. A sudden realization of smells assaulted me, and it took a few moments to figure them out. I saw a small group of mares off in the distance, and trotted toward them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James! We&#039;ve been waiting for you!&amp;quot; said one of the mares.&lt;br /&gt;
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We exchanged breath. She said, &amp;quot;Lady Gaia told us to wait here, that you&#039;d be coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Teresa, I&#039;d recognize you anywhere,&amp;quot; I said to the mare who had been the leader of the secretarial pool, and an old friend. &amp;quot;You&#039;re the lead mare?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded, then said, &amp;quot;Come and meet the others. They aren&#039;t all people you know, but they&#039;re all eager to meet the stallion of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I exchanged breath with each of them; we smelled each other to learn each others scents. I spoke with each. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, learning as we went, we became horses together, on Gaia&#039;s endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: New page: {{title|name=Gaia&amp;#039;s Rain|author=Felix Sagittarius}} {{DEFAULTSORT:Gaia&amp;#039;s Rain}}   Gaia&amp;#039;s Rain         By Felix Sagittarius   We left our desks and crowded to the windows as the inky blackn...&lt;/p&gt;
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We left our desks and crowded to the windows as the inky blackness of the Storm rolled over the city&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, just like the alien ships in Independence Day!&amp;quot; laughed one of my colleges.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at him and said, &amp;quot;Not funny, Dan. You&#039;ve seen what these Storms have done out on the farms and ranches on TV. This stuff worries me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The crowd quieted.  The Rains suddenly poured down from above. I noticed that the traffic down on the street was slowing then coming to a complete halt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another person noticed it too, then said, &amp;quot;Look at the traffic - it&#039;s rusting!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He was right. The shiny new cars,  trucks, and big rigs, along with the old junkers, were all corroding away, even as we watched.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That rain must be acidic as hell,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure glad I&#039;m not in it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a dazzling blue-green flash from well up the street, followed a few minutes later by a huge &#039;boom&#039;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lightning?&amp;quot; Dan asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, that was a transformer station going out,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;People, I think...&amp;quot; was as far as I got before there was an even brighter flare and explosive crash. The building shuddered, then the power died. Everyone cried out; we couldn&#039;t see in the sudden darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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As our eyes adjusted to the inky dark, we noticed a glow among the office cubes. I headed for it, followed by everyone else. As I thought, it was Stormcrow, the office kook. He&#039;d remained in his cube when the Storm showed up, and had lit a set of candles. He&#039;d blocked the entrance to the cube, but we could see him sitting on the floor, mumbling to himself. I noticed that he had what looked like an altar set up. The four candles were all different colors, and in a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t disturb him,&amp;quot; someone said. &amp;quot;He&#039;s doing a ritual. Maybe when he&#039;s done he can tell us what&#039;s going on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey,&amp;quot; said a lady who&#039;d remained by the window, &amp;quot;the streets are clear, the cars are all gone - but there aren&#039;t any people down there - just animals!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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We all rushed back to see, then I noticed something else.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Get back from the windows!&amp;quot; I shouted. &amp;quot;They&#039;re being eaten away!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A phone started ringing, back in the maze of cubes. We all looked at each other, then I headed for it. As I thought, since I was the Office Manager, it was my phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Weird,&amp;quot; I thought, &amp;quot;No power, but my phone is ringing!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I was scared to touch it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Pick it up and put it on the office intercom,&amp;quot; I heard Stormcrow call. &amp;quot;SHE wants to speak to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My hand shook as I picked up the receiver and opened the office speaker system. I heard an immense babbling, as if all the phones in the city had been tied together as one, then, abruptly, the sound died. Now, I heard a distant sighing, like the wind, which grew louder as I listened. A voice became apparent, that of an older woman, growing in volume.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, &amp;quot;I am Gaia, the spirit of this world. Humans have finally passed my limits, and I must intervene to save myself and all of my other Children from your excesses. I have tried to warn you, but you just wouldn&#039;t listen. So, regretfully, sadly, I must take a direct hand. I have decided that this city is not needed by the humans I will leave, and I am removing it. I do not wish to kill, so I am asking everyone to leave your buildings before I erase them. BUT! I warn you, if you do not, I am sorry, but you will die. Please, my Children, come outside to be judged.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Stormcrow&#039;s cube. He had finished his ritual, as all the candles were out except the large white one on his desk. He had removed the barrier to his office and was sitting in his chair, head in his hands, sobbing softly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy,&amp;quot; I said quietly. &amp;quot;What was that about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He removed his head from his hands, wiped his eyes, then turned his chair around to face me. &lt;br /&gt;
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He said, &amp;quot;Do what the Lady asks, James, and &#039;&#039;soon&#039;&#039;. We all must go down the fire escape stairs and leave. She will give us plenty of time. She&#039;s doing tear down and clean up on the refineries and power stations now, then will do the slums, suburbs, and such before She comes for these buildings.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, why? What have we done to deserve this?&amp;quot; I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do I really need to tell you, yet again?&amp;quot; he sighed, and pointed to the various posters he&#039;d decorated his cube with, mostly Green propaganda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&#039;re joking!&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m not,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;You&#039;ve seen what She&#039;s done already, out on the farms and ranches. The barbed wire gone, the herds of buffalo that the most of the cattle became, the huge swaths of corn and soybeans that suddenly reverted to tall grass prairie as the Storms passed over them. She means it, every word. She&#039;s resetting the world, and bringing back her other Children, the ones we have pushed to the edge or driven into extinction. From what She told me, She wants the world set back to what it was like roughly around the Middle Ages, although the Humans She allows to remain will still have all the modern level of civilization we currently have. She will supply methods of drawing safe power, but the polluting coal-fired and fission nuclear plants have to go, so She can clean the air, seas, and land.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, God won&#039;t let her &#039;&#039;do&#039;&#039; this!&amp;quot; I said, emotion choking my throat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I prayed to my Gods, just now,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;All the Gods, ALL of them, have to stand aside in this. They are Gods of Humanity. She is the World, and has ultimate priority here. She is the Great Mother, She loves us all, as we are Her brightest Children and Her greatest hope. But we took a wrong turning in our path upwards, and so She is forced to prune the proud tree of Humanity to save it and everything else.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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He sighed, then said, &amp;quot;We need to get downstairs and outside. She meant what She said. If we&#039;re inside when She tears down the building, we&#039;ll die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered the alternatives for a moment, life or death, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;People, we have to leave. Stormy has a candle, he can lead the way to the stairs. Come on, lets go. There isn&#039;t much time!&amp;quot; I called.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ve more than one,&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at me carefully for a moment, then handed me the green candle. It meant something, I&#039;m sure, but I lit it from his and went over to the door. He gave the red one to one of the secretaries, who I&#039;d always considered to be energetic, the yellow to another who was highly intelligent, and the blue to a very calm older lady. We lead the others to the stairwell, then spaced ourselves down it to provide light for those leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went back through the office after the crowd had passed, to make sure everyone was gone. There were two who refused to leave, an older couple.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We don&#039;t want to go,&amp;quot; the man stated. &amp;quot;We&#039;ve been together these last thirty years, we&#039;ll remain so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If you stay, you&#039;ll die,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;You heard what She said.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then we&#039;ll go to God together,&amp;quot; she said, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bowed my head, then said, &amp;quot;You&#039;re certain of this?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes. We&#039;ve made our choice,&amp;quot; he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;May God receive you with joy,&amp;quot; I prayed. I turned away, heading for the exit. &lt;br /&gt;
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I walked down the stairs, my candle stub flickering before me. When I got out the stairwell door at the bottom, the only person there was Stormcrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where&#039;s everyone else?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She has judged them and sent them on,&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tom and Martha have chosen to remain in the building,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Their choice,&amp;quot; he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What about you?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Waited for you. Lets go and face fate together, okay?&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Stormy, you&#039;ve always been the outsider in the office. I wish it hadn&#039;t been so, but that&#039;s how it&#039;s been. I&#039;m sorry about that. And thanks, you&#039;ve been a major help this afternoon,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I held out my hand. He took it and we shook. Then we walked through the doors together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped through the door and into a column of light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you for coming to me, my Child,&amp;quot; She said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knelt in awe of Her. I asked, &amp;quot;What of me now, Mother?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at me, seeming to study my soul, then said, &amp;quot;I am sorry, my Child, but you cannot remain human. There are simply too many, and I must pick and choose only those who best serve my needs. I have examined you, and find that you have no violence in you; yet, you are a leader. I offer you this choice, to be a male among the herbivores - antelope, bison, mountain goat, sheep, or the horses I wish to reestablish in their ancestral home. No deer, I&#039;m afraid. If anything they&#039;re too successful, but my new wolf packs will soon set that right. I will modify the being you choose for speech, as I have done for all other human souls, and will leave your intelligence intact.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought on the choices offered. I carefully examined each alternative as She waited with infinite patience, then made my choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I wish to become a stallion, Mother,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded. &amp;quot;So be it, my proud Child. Go, your herd awaits you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I staggered for a moment, then regained my balance. I stood on four hooves now. It felt totally natural, as if this was what I had been all my life. I looked at myself, then my surroundings. The buildings were gone. All there was in sight was an endless expanse of grass, with occasional copses of trees. A sudden realization of smells assaulted me, and it took a few moments to figure them out. I saw a small group of mares off in the distance, and trotted toward them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James! We&#039;ve been waiting for you!&amp;quot; said one of the mares.&lt;br /&gt;
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We exchanged breath. She said, &amp;quot;Lady Gaia told us to wait here, that you&#039;d be coming.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, Teresa, I&#039;d recognize you anywhere,&amp;quot; I said to the mare who had been the leader of the secretarial pool, and an old friend. &amp;quot;You&#039;re the lead mare?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded, then said, &amp;quot;Come and meet the others. They aren&#039;t all people you know, but they&#039;re all eager to meet the stallion of this herd.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I exchanged breath with each of them; we smelled each other to learn each others scents. I spoke with each. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, learning as we went, we became horses together, on Gaia&#039;s endless plains.&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(2)|Warrior (2)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)|Warrior (1)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[user;FelixSagittarius/Gaia&#039;s Rain]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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As I entered the Blind Pig, I saw that there were a fair number of herbivores in the back, well away from the door - not cowering, but being intelligently cautious. Deer, rabbits, and a number of other small animal morphs. &lt;br /&gt;
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I paused, removed my cap and bowed to them, then said  &amp;quot;I am Lord Felix Swiftarrow. I was just set upon by a group of Humans First yahoos. I&#039;m still here - they&#039;re not. I apologize for any distress all the noise may have caused you. I&#039;m a horse/centaur morph, so I know all too well how we herbivores react - again, apologies.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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They nodded back, relaxing, and went back to what they had been doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The carnivore types and assorted others who had come outside to see what all the the noise was were coming back in, all but the guards on the fallen. The wolf types went to one area, the mule morph to the piano and the huge bull behind the bar.&lt;br /&gt;
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I limped over and asked,  &amp;quot;Are you the publican here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked startled, then nodded and seemed to grin.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I apologize, sir, for any trouble my act of self defense has brought on your establishment. Also, I apologize for carrying in weapons that are not peace bonded. I had to snap the bond on my sword to use it. Will you please take my equipment and place it somewhere safe until it&#039;s time to leave?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He nodded again. I lifted the baldric with my sword sheath over my head and handed it over along with the shield, then unbuckled the quiver and bow case and set them on the bar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And if you have some paper towels or rags, I seem to be leaking and wouldn&#039;t want to ruin your floor.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He handed over a roll of towels and I used them to sop up the blood drips from the cut on my flank&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Excuse me, Lord Felix&amp;quot; said a voice from behind.&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned to see the wolf morph in the cape.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aye, good sir?&amp;quot;  I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Introductions are in order, I believe&amp;quot; he said with that English accent. &amp;quot; I am...The Wanderer,&amp;quot; he said and bowed, sweeping the cloak around, &amp;quot; and this is Donnie, our bar owner and patron. Please be aware that he doesn&#039;t speak, but he hears very well and he does sign or write.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah,&amp;quot; I replied, &amp;quot;I don&#039;t know sign, but I&#039;ve watched it and it&#039;s graceful.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, even so,&amp;quot;  he replied, &amp;quot; and if you have need of  translation, there are a number of people here who can do that. Now, as to getting that rather nasty looking gash looked into, lets get one of the doctors over here. Dr. Stein,&amp;quot; he called &amp;quot; some work for you. A rather nasty cut that needs looking into.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A large form moved away from the wall - a LARGE equine morph, a shire at least, standing on his hind legs with roughly fingered hands. &amp;quot;Well, little brother, got you a good one, did he?&amp;quot; he said, reaching into a bag of medical supplies for a razor to shave the area around the wound.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Not as good as I got him,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I hit him in the head with a shield bash and he was still out cold when I came in. Which reminds me, Wanderer, DID someone 911 those yahoos? If they did, we&#039;re going to have some Boys in Blue with them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yahoos indeed, by their behavior,&amp;quot; he laughed, &amp;quot;yet sent packing by your Swift response! Well! Let me check on the call -in...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your pardon, on second thought, once they get over their scare the ones who got away will call it in, on that you may bet. Probably called the Humans First HQ for reinforcements also. They&#039;ll tell everybody how they were attacked by the evil SCABS centaur while innocently out walking is my guess. What we need is at least a newspaper reporter with a cameraman, better for a TV crew to get this on video.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No problem, dear boy.&amp;quot;  he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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I blinked, then said, &amp;quot; This IS a SCABS related event, and the media aren&#039;t real friendly to us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;True, but we have a friend in those places.&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;Let me call her and get her down here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Right, then.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Now, we wait and see.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The ambulance, the cops - a norm and a large canine morph in uniform -  and a contingent of Humans First yahoos all showed up at roughly the same time. Ms. Underwood had arrived first and asked me to come outside for an interview, so I collected my weapons and was standing just outside the door, on three legs, with a large group of SCABS people around us as the good Doctor worked on sewing up the gash in the light of the TV cameras. I was speaking with Ms. Underwood, telling her about the fight and how I&#039;d been attacked, for no reason, by at least a dozen of those nasty people with clubs and knives and been forced to defend myself. She asked to see my weapons. I showed them to her, making sure to point out that the bow, a lethal weapon, was still securely tied in its sheath, and handing her the sword for her examination. &amp;quot;Why, it&#039;s wood!&amp;quot; she exclaimed, &amp;quot;I had thought steel when you said sword.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, not wood, milady, rattan, wrapped in duct tape for durability. I fight in the Society for Creative Anachronism, and live steel is banned from the field - someone could get hurt!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Excuse us, Ma&#039;am&amp;quot;, said the norm Officer,&amp;quot; we have a report of a vicious attack on an innocent group of people by this person and we need to get his side of things. Sir, we need your name, address, and such.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I gave them the info requested, then said, angrily, &amp;quot;Innocents, in THIS neighborhood? Niflheim! Look at the weapons there in the street, and look at the gash in my side! I came down here to get a beer and check out the bar, I&#039;m attacked by at least a dozen yahoos with clubs and knives, I defend myself with shield and sword, and they have the gall to say that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Chet, can you check and round up those weapons? And try to match them by scent to the users, please.&amp;quot; the norm Officer said to the other cop. The canine Officer nodded and started chalking the outlines of the knives and clubs, tagging them and gathering them up. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here&#039;s his sword, Officer,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;I was just looking at it. It&#039;s made of - rattan, did you say?&amp;quot; I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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She passed it to the Officer, who said, &amp;quot;Hm, it&#039;s got a number of cuts on it, a couple fairly deep.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes sir, I countered a number of knife thrusts with it, and here, see what they did to my shield! It&#039;s all chopped up. It&#039;s plywood, and meant to counter wooden swords like the one you&#039;re holding, not live steel. I&#039;ll probably have to throw both of them away and make new ones. And look at my tunic, that yahoo over there tried to stab me and cut this hole in it. If it hadn&#039;t been for the chain shirt, I&#039;d have been really hurt! There are the pieces of his blade right there,&amp;quot; I said and pointed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Chain shirt? What&#039;s that?&amp;quot; the Officer asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pulled the tunic over my head, the chain mail glittered in the camera lights. &amp;quot;I had been at SCA fighter practice earlier this evening, we work out in what we&#039;d wear on the fighting field, and on the way home I remembered that my sparring partner had recommended this place. I decided to come and give it a look see, then go on home. It&#039;s easier to wear mail then carry it, so I still had it on when I was attacked.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hm,&amp;quot; the Officer said. &amp;quot;Is this where he tried to stab you? Several of the rings are spread, and others are scratched.&amp;quot; The TV crew got a close up of the damage. &amp;quot;The cloth pad underneith is damaged as well, a nick from the look of it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, sir,&amp;quot; I replied, &amp;quot;There&#039;s a sore spot there. His blade snapped off, and I returned his compliment with my sword, which isn&#039;t lethal like that knife!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The ambulance crew was working on the injured in the street, and one of the paramedics came over to speak to the cop. &amp;quot;We&#039;ve got a number of broken bones here, ribs and arms primarily and one broken thigh bone - all impact injuries. Whoever hit them was strong and accurate - looks like he tried to disarm for the most part. The only head injury is a concussion, the guy&#039;s coming to now, but he&#039;s going to have one hell of a headache.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I sure hope so! He&#039;s the one that cut me!&amp;quot; I growled.&lt;br /&gt;
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The canine Officer returned after putting the knives in the trunk of the squad car and said, &amp;quot;The scents on some of the blades and clubs match the people in the ambulance, Sarge. I&#039;ve got the info on them all from the ambulance crew. They&#039;ll be leaving for the hospital in a minute.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A group of Human Firsters started to come over to try to get their version on camera.  The SCABS crew moved to stop them. Insults and profanity started to fly, and the cops hastily got in between and ordered everyone to back off. Everyone backed up a few paces, but the insults still flew. The cops called for backup, there was real danger of a riot starting. &amp;quot;Back off, I said, I&#039;ll use pepper spray on the first idiot who throws a stone or a punch, and I don&#039;t care which side they&#039;re on!&amp;quot; the norm cop hollered. Grumbling loudly, both sides withdrew. Ms. Underwood went over to the Humans Firsters, and promised to talk to them when she was done with me, which quieted the situation down. The cops came back over to where we were standing. &lt;br /&gt;
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The ambulance attendant had been talking to Dr. Stein, and he came back to the norm cop. &amp;quot;The SCABS Doc said they have a place they&#039;ll take him, so we&#039;ll take the load we&#039;ve got and get them seen to.&amp;quot; Turning to me, he said &amp;quot;That must have been one hell of a fight, you must be damn good that you only took that one wound. The injured guys are swearing at the one who lead them, something about &#039;Easy, my ass!&#039;  I&#039;d be careful if I were you, these people are vindictive as Satan himself.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another couple of cop cars roared up, and the Humans Firsters began to drift back into the dark. The camera crew talked to Ms Underwood, who turned and said she was done with me, but needed to do a standup for the camera crew and would see me inside when she was done. I asked the Officer if he needed any more info - he apologized, but said they&#039;d need my sword and shield for evidence. I passed over the shield, as he already had the sword, received a receipt for both, then asked about what would happen from here. He said, &amp;quot;From the sound of things, you defended yourself and any injuries inflicted were due to that. For the gang that attacked you, armed assault at least, I&#039;d say. Up to the prosecutor. We&#039;ll be getting in touch with you.&amp;quot; I nodded, thanked the Officers, then limped into the bar.      &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, Milady Underwood, how well do you think that went?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That was GREAT - one centaur against at least a dozen armed &#039;Firsters, and they either end up on the ground or running - that gave them a black eye for sure.&amp;quot; she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Only one problem I can see for a while,&amp;quot; I replied, &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to need a place to heal up where they know equine medical care. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; I&#039;ll take you out to Epona. After a couple of weeks or so when you&#039;re healed up, you can go on back home.&amp;quot;  Dr. Stein said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hm, I&#039;ll let the Post Office know to hold my mail.  I&#039;ll also need some equipment from my shop so I can get my time sensitive company commitments worked on. There&#039;s a big archery event coming up next month, and a fair number of people ordered a dozen new arrows each. At least they&#039;re easy and quick. You&#039;re going to use a trailer for transport?&amp;quot; He nodded. &amp;quot;Right, then, if it&#039;s ok with you, we can swing by my shop and I&#039;ll get the things I&#039;ll need and carry them out there with me. Are there any norm friends or human morphs out there? The color dipping and sealing chemicals may disturb the true equines and should be done outside, and that&#039;ll save my time for fletching, tieing off, and cresting.  I&#039;ll pay for their time, or, if they want, one of my bows and instruction in its use.&amp;quot;  I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot; I think we can find someone, especially for a bow as beautiful as the one in that scabbard!&amp;quot; said Dr. Stein. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You looked at it, did you? I put a lot of work into that one - it&#039;s my personal weapon, about a hundred pounds draw, and it doesn&#039;t stack at all. I shoot it in the Asian style with a thumb ring, and get excellent accuracy now, although it took forever to get good with it. The ones I make commercially aren&#039;t quite as pretty, but they work very well and are as exact a copy of the old horse people&#039;s horn bows as I can make.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ale, and coming,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;If you will excuse me, good gentles?&amp;quot;  I limped over to the bar. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now for that ale, Wanderer.&amp;quot; I said. He nodded to Donnie who reached for a schooner and filled it with a dark, creamy looking ale, and passed it over. I took a sip, and let the flavor flow around my mouth, then took a full swallow. &amp;quot;Oh, my! This is some good stuff! You have it all the time?&amp;quot; Donnie nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Louie,&amp;quot; I lisped, &amp;quot;I think thish ish the beginning of a beautiful friendship!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mais oui, mon amis Rick, mais oui!&amp;quot; he laughed, &amp;quot;and well come!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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{{&#039;&#039;&#039;Author&#039;s Note:This is the first piece of fiction I ever wrote. And it shows it. It was written in Wordpad, that being the only way I had at the time to write anything. I had been reading the wonderful stories in the &#039;TBP&#039; universe, and thought, &amp;quot;I can do that!&amp;quot; Here is the result. It and the story following, were melded together into the final form of the story, &#039;Warrior&#039;. My sincere thanks to Wanderer Werewolf, who allowed me to use his character, and for the aide he gave a beginning writer, and to the people on the TSA-List, who actually said it was a good start!}}&lt;br /&gt;
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Warrior (1) By Felix the Archer&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good block,&amp;quot; his Grace said, &amp;quot;but watch that tendency to lower your shield on the return stroke.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I replied, &amp;quot;I&#039;m trying to get the whole shield and sword action together, but even with all the practice it still isn&#039;t a natural flow, like it is with you. But it will be, with more of your time and help, for which I again give thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s ok Lord Felix, you know how much trouble I&#039;ve had learning the bow with you, so it evens out, one wish for another. I would like to have your smoothness and confidence with that recurve  bow of yours myself, but the sword has always been my weapon as the bow is yours. Getting dark, about time to quit for the night. See you next week?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You know it,&amp;quot; I replied, and bowed as he turned and walked back to his van to disarmor, the plates rattling and squeaking like an old main battle tank around his grizzly morph body. I took the shield off my arm and hung it in its usual place on my harness, then reached up and drew the baldric around so I could run my practice sword into the sheath over my right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew that I&#039;d never be allowed to fight on the field of battle, the Society rule about two feet, hooves, paws or claws barred me from the dance as a centaur. Four feet are simply too clumsy, too ungainly, too likely to step on someone while engaged to ones front and not watching where the rear is going in a heavy fight and someone could be, and had been, hurt that way early on after the Change. Still, I&#039;d always wanted to learn the way of the sword and get my fighting license, even if I could only fight on the list field. His Grace had been kind enough to teach me, and, as a grizzly morph, was big enough to make a good sparring partner. I proceeded to remove my gauntlets, bracers, elbow, and &#039;knee&#039; armor, and put them in my saddle bags, then attached them, my helmet, and my archery gear to my harness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;d always been good with the bow, even before the Martian Flu came along, and  when I got my life back together after the riots and the great turmoil and then again after SCABS had gotten done turning me into a bay horse/centaur morph, I kept up with archery and the Society. If nothing else, they gave me a center to base my life around, and now I was Archer Marshall and Archer Champion of the local Barony, and was working on getting really good with horse archery, learning to shoot quickly and score well while galloping down the range. I was thinking of going to the Horse Archery event up in Fort Dodge, Iowa and competing in the Centaur class next year, even if it was too close to my old home and its bitter memories for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;
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It seemed like I&#039;d been in the Society for Creative Anachronism forever, although it had only been about fifteen years actively before SCABS Changed me. My health had been failing, loosing endurance and energy so I couldn&#039;t fight, but I&#039;d always wanted to learn the bow, and had done well enough to become recognized for my skill by being elected into first the journeyman archers rank, then promoted into the master level of the His Majesties own personal troops, and I&#039;d developed a reputation for teaching the bow. I&#039;d been working out how to make bows as well, first the longbow and after that became &#039;easy&#039;, learning how to build the horse bows of the old steppe warriors, made with sinew and horn on a wood center, glued together and wrapped with leather. Those got me my awards for craftsmanship, both journeyman and master, and I found that there were people who wanted to buy them. I learned the art of fletching, the making of arrows, of making the Flemish bowstring, and of leather crafting for quivers, bracers, and bow scabbards. I found I had a small business going, and that I could make a reasonable living from what I considered fun. So many of my old friends had died or been Changed, forced to drop out or find another aspect of life in the Society after the Martian flu and SCABS, but I thanked the Gods I was lucky, and with the strength and endurance of my big horse/centaur body I could at least carry on with what I loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed and shook my head at the memories, then checked the bow case on my left flank and the arrow case on the right to make sure they were secured and nothing would shake out on the long run home. I&#039;d never ridden before the Change, I hadn&#039;t known what the shaking of the trot could do, and had lost arrows and almost a bow before I found out. I settled my &#039;Robin Hood&#039; cap on my head, peacock feathers on the left, then with my chain mail shirt chiming softly under tunic and over gambison, set off for the long canter home. I deeply enjoyed having the ability to run for long distances, it was something I&#039;d lost down the years as I grew sicker and more weak, and now, thank the Gods, I had it back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I crossed the boundary of the park where we practiced, and turned onto the street heading down into town. As I got closer to the city center, the traffic increased, so I moved to the sidewalk and slowed, first to a trot, then to a walk as pedestrians got thicker. I kept to well lighted streets, as always, and nobody wanted to give someone my size any trouble, aside from the occasional glare of hate. I was almost half way home when I remembered his Grace had recommended a SCABS bar I might want to look into, the Blind Pig Gin Mill. I&#039;d heard about the place from some of the other SCA SCABS too and I&#039;ll admit it did sound interesting. I looked at the street signs and saw that it wasn&#039;t too far off my route. I didn&#039;t have anything pressing at home, so why not? I could always use a stein or two of good ale, and the tunic, chain and weaponry were always good as a &#039;Square-shaker&#039;, making it easier to meet people as they asked about it and I explained myself. &amp;quot;What the heck,&amp;quot; I thought, and turned down into an area of town I hadn&#039;t seen before. The traffic and pedestrians dropped off quickly, and I stepped back up to a trot.&lt;br /&gt;
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My shoes thudded quietly on the pavement and I grinned, remembering. I&#039;d gotten steel shoes when I&#039;d first gotten shod after the Change, and they&#039;d worn well on the long trip from my old home to here, but in my first apartment the neighbor in the basement unit complained bitterly about the noise as I moved around. I checked with the local farrier, and found out about rubber horseshoes and I&#039;d had them changed. I discovered they gave better traction on the street, as well as being quieter, so I stuck with them, even with the increased wear.&lt;br /&gt;
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I now had my own house and associated shop set up in the garage, like I&#039;d had back home, and I&#039;d restarted my Chiron&#039;s Bow company. I&#039;d let people know that I was back in business, and the back orders I&#039;d been forced to leave behind at my old home had been filled and now new orders were coming in regularly.. After what happened back there, the way that crazed mob of religious fanatics had burnt my home as the police and fire people just looked on while I&#039;d run for my life with the little I could save, I&#039;d sworn I&#039;d never go back. Ah, well, at least the insurance company had finally paid up, and the law suit had gone very well, so now I was in the black again, with the new home paid for, money in savings, and friends locally. I guess that my musings on the past, combined with the quietness of the shoes helped to contribute to what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;
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Checking the street signs, I could see that I was getting close, so I slowed to a walk. I turned the corner and ran into a large group of norms looking toward the Blind Pig. I stopped abruptly, they noticed me and took a step or two back in shock. &amp;quot;Well, well, what have we here?&amp;quot; said a large mean looking man.&amp;quot;Hello, horsy!&amp;quot; Now I could see the Humans First tee shirts, and realized this could be real trouble. I backed up, and they spread out around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t want a fight, I&#039;m just here to get a beer,&amp;quot; I said, nervously.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Too bad, Horsy, WE want to fight with you!&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;Monster!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;m neither monster or horse, I&#039;m a Child of Chiron!&amp;quot; I replied, hotly. I couldn&#039;t back up any further, I was up against the building.&lt;br /&gt;
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He grinned and waved, the mob drew clubs and knives from hiding, and he drew a big bowie knife. &amp;quot; I do believe we&#039;ll shave him first,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#039;t help it. The memory of that film was too strong. I snickered at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; he said, and stopped, just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I guess you never saw that old movie,&amp;quot; I replied with a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What old movie? I don&#039;t have time for old movies!&amp;quot; he growled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The one where the punk kid pulls a knife on the hero,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;and the hero says, that&#039;s not a knife!&amp;quot; as I reached over my shoulder and drew my sword, &amp;quot;now THIS is a knife!&amp;quot; and slashed out at him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He yelled in surprise and panic and jumped back, as did the rest. This wasn&#039;t what they&#039;d expected. I used the moment to grab my shield and set it on my arm, then leaped out at them, crying &amp;quot;Epona and Rudiobus, aid your adopted child!&amp;quot; as I swung.&lt;br /&gt;
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The action quickly became a melee, with me shouting battle cries and the yahoos trying to get at me with their knives and clubs. I blocked, spun, kicked, thrust and struck. I grunted as a club got home, but my return swing brought a yelp of pain and my opponent dropped his club and staggered away holding his arm. Shrieks erupted as my strikes went home, and my shield blocked most of their blows. Bodies began to accumulate in the street, but there were just too many to stop them all. One got under my shield and gashed my flank with his knife and I paid him back with a shield bash that left him out cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was distracted, the big fellow made his move. He stabbed up at the side of my human torso. The blade cut through my tunic, then encountered the chain. With the bad angle, the backing of solid muscle and the gambison, the blade caught against the chainmail shirt, flexed, then snapped, leaving him holding just the hilt and half the broken blade. He froze and stared, shocked, and I caught him just under the arm with my blade. Away he flew, landing in the street with a soggy thud. With that, those still able to turned and ran. I gave (slow) chase after them for several blocks, howling &amp;quot;Come back, you cowards, and I&#039;ll BITE you to death!&amp;quot; My, how they ran!&lt;br /&gt;
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I slowed and let them get out of sight, stopping to catch my breath and let the adrenaline levels drop. I thanked the Gods for their aid, and prayed that no one was badly hurt. The cut on my flank was beginning to sting as sweat got into it, and I could feel the blood dripping. I turned and trotted back toward the Blind Pig, holding sword and shield low. I could see a large group of people standing outside, attracted by all the noise. Mostly predator types, I saw, wolves, cats and such, although I saw a huge bull morph and a morphed mule also.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good eve to thee, good gentles,&amp;quot; I cried, &amp;quot;at the risk of blowing a good straight line, is there a doctor in the house? Oh, and you might want to call 911 to come pick up the trash!&amp;quot; Four bodies lay moaning in the street, and another was trying to crawl off.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hail and well met, Master Centaur! Two physics have we, nay, three! Pray, tell to us thy name, ay?&amp;quot; called a large wolf morph wearing, of all things, a cape.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bowed and said, &amp;quot;I am Lord Felix Swiftarrow, liegeman to his Majesty the King of the East, Master Archer and Warrior of the Society for Creative Anachronism. I was coming down here on the recommendation of a friend after fighter practice to check out the bar, and ran into that crowd of yahoos who seemed to be waiting for someone.  They attacked me with knives and clubs, and you can see the result.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, my Lord Felix, &#039;would seem you&#039;ve saved someone from a beating or much worse this eve. Pray, won&#039;t you come inside, where your honorable injuries can be healed?  And I will personally see to introductions, and even buy you a pint or two,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The big one mentioned a shaving,&amp;quot; I replied, as I set the shield in its accustomed place, then pulled the baldric around to sheath the sword.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, did he,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;and before you sheath the blade, may I see it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Certes,&amp;quot; I replied and handed it over.&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at it, tested the balance and rapped it on the pavement. &amp;quot;Ah, yes, the wicked wicker weapon. I&#039;ve heard of them, but not seen one afore now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aye, made of rattan wrapped with duct tape. The Society doesn&#039;t allow live steel on the fighting field, some one could get hurt!&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Like those fools over there?&amp;quot; he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, if they&#039;re stupid enough to fight a trained warrior in armor, with only tee shirts, toothpicks, and butter knives, that&#039;s not my fault!&amp;quot; I chuckled, accepting the sword back and running it home.&lt;br /&gt;
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He shook his lupine head, then turned and cried &amp;quot;Good people, open a path and let a noble warrior enter!&amp;quot; The crowd parted with a cheer, I ducked under the casing and so I entered the Blind Pig, for the first - but not the last - time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Author]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Felix Sagittarius}}&lt;br /&gt;
*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[user:FelixSagittarius/Warrior(1)]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Epilogue</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: New page: {{Separator|r| At the Ranch - Epilogue }}   By Felix Sagittarius 12/26/07   When we got to the truck, I asked Doc if he could take me by my old home. He laughed and said he&amp;#039;d expected me t...&lt;/p&gt;
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When we got to the truck, I asked Doc if he could take me by my old home. He laughed and said he&#039;d expected me to ask, and handed me the house keys from the marking harness. I smiled and put them in my jacket pocket. I suddenly laughed - I had pockets again, and things to put in them! Doc dropped the ramp, and I realized I had a problem - as a centaur, I was too tall to fit! I laughed again, then told Doc the problem. He pointed out the obvious solution, and I slid the clothes off together over my head, like I&#039;d done as a kid. I handed them to him and shifted back to horse. &amp;quot;Let me get the Talking Box off you before it gets damaged,&amp;quot; he said, and I bowed my head so he could remove it. He put my clothes and the Talking Box in the cab with him, then climbed in and started the engine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half an hour later, we pulled up outside my home. Doc dropped the ramp, and I backed out. I shifted to centaur, then he brought me the clothes. I dressed, then we went up to the house. &lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing I noticed was that the car was gone. Next was the somewhat overgrown state of the lawn, followed by the For Sale sign next door. I sighed. My elderly friend must have passed, and I didn&#039;t even know. I noted the realtor&#039;s name, and thought about talking to them about selling my home as well. We walked around the house, and I noticed the stirred up dirt around the end where they&#039;d set the house back on the foundation. The ham antenna and tower were gone, probably to the great satisfaction of the local Codes people. Overall, the place looked to be in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dug the key from me pocket as we came to the front door, then bent down to insert and twist it. The door opened easily, and I looked in. The stairs had been reset, and the broken plaster patched over and painted. I motioned to Doc to precede me, then carefully walked in. The carpet absorbed the blows of my shoes, but it was only in the entrance hall area. I went to the end of the carpet and looked around. The furniture was all gone, including a couple of pieces with family history. Those I&#039;d miss, even if I couldn&#039;t sit in them any more.&lt;br /&gt;
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The parlor was full of boxes, from where they&#039;d packed my stuff. From what I could see, all my books were packed, and my other belongings, ready to transport for sale somewhere. I was really glad I&#039;d been able to stop that! All my bow making gear, my arrow supplies, everything else was there, along with my ham set. I&#039;d have to get someone to move it all to a storage locker for the time being. I asked Doc to look around upstairs, and I turned around and walked back out front. He came back after a bit, and told me it was stripped, too - everything gone. I walked around back and looked in the kitchen door - empty as well. I sighed. I couldn&#039;t live here, I needed some place on a slab, not with a basement, but it hurt. This had been my home for half a century, and it hurt to sell it. I retrieved the hidden keys, then walked back to the truck, ready to leave. Doc checked all the locks - the house was tight. I removed my clothes again, while he dropped the ramp, and I took a last look around. I sighed, then went to horse and climbed in. We drove away again, this time for good.&lt;br /&gt;
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We arrived at Doc&#039;s home, and after he let me out, I walked over to the kitchen window and looked in. Fortunately, his wife wasn&#039;t there, so I trotted back to the barn and Changed, then dressed again. Doc and I walked back to the porch, where he took a seat and I carefully lay down. We chatted a bit, about the life of the herd and such down on the Ranch. He was fascinated as to how a horse herd looked from the inside, and I was happy to explain. After a bit, I heard Martins car coming, so I got up and moved out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Martin grinned at me when he got out, then said, &amp;quot;You look much nicer, properly dressed!&amp;quot; We all laughed at that! Then Martin sat down and started pulling forms from his briefcase. &amp;quot;These are most of the documents from HHS freeing you on your own recognizance. There are still some being run through the bureaucracy, but they should be done within a week. You&#039;ll receive payment for your car, and such property as had been removed from the house and sold. The Department requires you to repay what they spent on fixing up the house as well. Your savings and checking accounts have been unfrozen and released to you, so you have operating funds available, All the documents in your safe deposit box will be returned as soon as possible, and the money from the insurance payment on the house damages are included in your savings.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mmm, I&#039;ll have to get down to the bank and reestablish my bonafides, I&#039;d guess,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Things have changed, and there may be problems.  I don&#039;t know if my ATM cards will work, and I&#039;ll need new checks, since mine are packed somewhere. I&#039;ll need new Identity documents for this form, maybe a new Driver&#039;s license, and I&#039;ll have to speak with Social Security too. Oh, man this is a real mess!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;True, but there are established procedures for it now,&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;A lot of the problems the first Changed faced have been used to set precedence, so you&#039;ll have it easier that they did.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, that&#039;s a relief,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I can start tending to them tomorrow, and get a large number of other things started too. I&#039;m going to have to see about finding another home, too. Large enough to be comfortable for this body, with a solid floor. I can make changes as needed, but, mmm, it&#039;ll need to be on some acreage too. I need grass in my diet, as well as hay and horse chow. Doc, can you put me up while I&#039;m getting my life back together?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Certainly,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;And I might know of a place like you described, as well. I&#039;ll give you directions tomorrow, as its not too far away.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks, Doc, I really appreciate the help and support you&#039;ve given all through this,&amp;quot; I said. &#039;Oh, yes. One further bit of unfinished business. Do you have the phone number of the Ranch? I need to speak with the Manager.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, I do,&amp;quot; he said. He took out his cell and dialed, then handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The phone rang several times, then a secretary picked up. &amp;quot;Fair Pastures SCABS Hostel, how may I help you?&amp;quot; she chirped happily, the face in the screen that of a pretty lady. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good day, Ma&#039;am,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I need to speak with Mr. Karnes, the Director, please.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;One moment, I&#039;ll see if he&#039;s in. May I say who&#039;s calling?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James Maxwell,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;I have very important news for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Let me see,&amp;quot; she said, then the phone went to gentle &#039;hold&#039; music and abstract images.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, this is Mr. Karnes. How may I help you?&amp;quot; he said. The face was of the Director I knew, but in color.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sir, this is James Maxwell, a former patient of yours. I&#039;m calling to let you know I won&#039;t be returning to your facility, and to thank you for your help and aid in making my time there so much easier.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James Maxwell? James, the bay stallion? How are you talking? Is this some kind of joke?&amp;quot; he said, plainly puzzled. &amp;quot;You are most certainly not a horse, from this picture!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes sir, this is him. I found out how to become a centaur a number of weeks ago. I showed the court today that I could do so, and they have released me from the care of HHS. I&#039;ll hand the phone to my friend, so you can see me as I now am.&amp;quot; I handed the phone to Doc, who walked off several paces, and showed my entire body to the Director, then brought the phone back and handed it to me. &amp;quot;As you saw, I am now a centaur.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well!&amp;quot; he said in a somewhat stunned voice. &amp;quot;So you are! I hate to loose you. You were a major help here, and will certainly be missed. Remember, please, if you need us, we will always be happy to welcome you back. Is there anything else I can do for you?&amp;quot; he asked, clearly ending the call. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes sir, there is. I need to speak with Pastor Svenson. Can you take this phone down to him for me? Please?&amp;quot; I said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You two are brothers, right? And you&#039;re not going to be seeing him again.&amp;quot; he mused. &amp;quot;In that case, I&#039;ll do it. He should hear it from you. Let me put this on hold, and I&#039;ll be back when I get down there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you deeply,&amp;quot; I replied, and the phone went to soft music and pictures of the Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a while, but eventually the image of the Director reappeared. &amp;quot;I&#039;m here, and I&#039;ve summoned Pastor Svenson - ah, here he comes. If you want to speak with him, I can hold the phone up to his ear.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Please, sir, that would be best,&amp;quot; I said. I could hear and see a large part of the herd coming up behind him as well, then a rustle of hair, and a view of a white ear appeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Brother,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;I am free. I went to court this morning, and when they saw, HHS let me go. Show him.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a snort, then a strangled gasp from the Director, as Pastor Svenson, followed by the herd, went to centaur, followed by Homeric laughter as they saw the expression on the Director&#039;s face. Pastor Svenson reached down and picked the phone out of his frozen hand, then said, &amp;quot;Thank you, my brother, and I hope to meet you face to face some day. You have freed us all, and you have our gratitude. Farewell for now. God bless you and keep you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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The phone went blank. I handed it back to Doc, then laughed softly. For all of us, the future was open, again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scene: A small church, in southern Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Reverend Benson, I think you should see this. I taped it while you were at the rally.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What is it,&amp;quot; a deep voice replies, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This was on TV from Kansas City this morning. I taped it, since the person involved was a SCAB.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A few minutes of tape of the procedures of a court hearing, then...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well! A centaur! That&#039;s unusual, and he&#039;s free, too. A Servant of Satan, obviously. Find him and have a chastisement squad pay him a visit. A reinforced one, four people.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Reverend, as you command, so it shall be done.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[From the Horse&#039;s Hoof]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The Talking Box]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 1/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 2/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 3/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 4/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 5/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 6/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 7/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 8/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Pt 9/9]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[At the Ranch Epilogue]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>User:FelixSagittarius/At the Ranch Pt 9/9</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;FelixSagittarius: New page:  {{Separator|r| At the Ranch Pt 9/9  &amp;quot;Sayin&amp;#039; Goodbye, Sayin&amp;#039; Hello&amp;quot; }}   By Felix Sagittarius   10/22/2007   &amp;quot;Welcome, brother,&amp;quot; I said, again. &amp;quot;To a wider life!&amp;quot; I released him from the t...&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;quot;Welcome, brother,&amp;quot; I said, again. &amp;quot;To a wider life!&amp;quot; I released him from the tight hug I&#039;d given him, but kept my hands on his shoulders. Pastor Svenson, my brother from experiences we had shared, had just found the way to go from SCAB horse to SCAB centaur, with all the opening of options having hands and a voice again could give. He was still somewhat dazed from the transition, as I had been earlier when I first changed to centaur.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Take your time, get used to this. See again how beautiful the world is in color!&amp;quot; I said. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I, I, I never thought...I can talk, too!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Oh, praise God, praise God!&amp;quot; He put his face in his hands and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a short while, he shook his head and took a deep breath. &amp;quot;Thank you. Thank you. Parsifal, my blessing upon you!, and you, my brother!  This is a gift beyond all hope!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Brother, with this gift, we have work to do,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I prayed to Epona about showing you this. She indicated that all, all the SCABs here on the Ranch should be able to do this! And that we, who now know the way, have to show them, so that they also can have their chance.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There is more,&amp;quot; I continued. &amp;quot;Martin, my friend and lawyer, has said I have a firm court date, and the judge wants to interview &#039;&#039;me&#039;&#039; in person. So, they will be coming for me in a month, and I probably won&#039;t be back. So, we have a great deal of work to do with just our own people, let alone the rest, in that time. But, if HHS finds out we can change, I don&#039;t know what they&#039;ll do. So, until I leave, we must appear to the staff as horses, and use the tap code for communication with them, although, in private, among us, we can do as we will.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;My friends, there may be some complications,&amp;quot; Parsifal said. &amp;quot;There are usually two choices to make the first time someone reaches for change. Here is the other.&amp;quot; His human form went to horse again. Pastor Svenson gasped, having only seen the change from centaur to human, then we both watched as his form shivered all over, then collapsed to something resembling an anthrohorse. His head was very equine, with the ears on top and a short strong neck, but the body resembled a very strong humans covered with horse hair and there was a short tail. The legs were digitigrade, and ended in hooves, but the hands were split into three fingers and a thumb on both hands. I recognized it immediately - Stoney! Parsifal tried to speak, but only got horse noises. After a moment, he stopped, closed his eyes, shivered again and emerged as himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;As you can see,&amp;quot; he continued, &amp;quot;The form has some drawbacks, and some advantages. The big problem is it isn&#039;t possible to know which change line leads to which form the first time. And after the first change, the unused line fades and becomes very hard to see. Doesn&#039;t happen for me, but I have other problems, which come with being a polymorph. But, if the person isn&#039;t happy with the choice, careful study during meditation will show the other, however faintly, and a change can be made. It does take a lot of effort, though. The best way I&#039;ve found for a correct selection is imagining how you wish to look, then choosing. Understood?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good. Now, I truly wish I could stay and help, but there are good reasons for why I can&#039;t,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;If I can, I&#039;ll be back when we come to get James, and I can try to work with any problems in the fairly short time we&#039;ll have then. And with that, I believe its time to go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He walked over to the log and dressed again, while I showed Pastor Svenson how to go back to equine. He followed, dropping back to his horse form. Then we both escorted  Parsifal and Martin to the gate. Once there, Martin turned and said. &amp;quot;Remember, James, I&#039;ll be back in a month, to pick you up.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I found that being part of the herd was now becoming exciting. We carefully looked for the people who has experience with meditation techniques, yoga, and such, and quietly showed them the new change. Inevitably, they were overwhelmed and cried, blessing us. but then, we had to teach the techniques to the others, and that took time. And, there were chores, fence riding and such, which the Pastor was introduced to, and I did regularly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Even so, life in the herd could at times be boring. I&#039;d agreed to learn to pull a cart or carriage, along with almost everyone else in the herd. If nothing else, it passed empty time, and we still had far too much of that. I&#039;d been training with a buckboard this morning, and the instructor had unharnessed me and sent me  back to the barn for lunch. I was munching on Horse Chow when Mr. Jakes appeared at my stall door with the Director. I nodded politely to him, and waited to hear what was up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James,&amp;quot; the Director said, &amp;quot;I need to have a stretch of wire checked after that nasty windstorm yesterday. All my experienced people are out doing checks in other sectors, and I know you know this one, having been through it a couple of times. So, I&#039;m assigning a new hire rider to you to get it done. The trouble is, he&#039;s very new, and with everyone busy with repair work, there hasn&#039;t been time to brief him on what you people are like. He&#039;s never worked with a SCABs person before. I was going to send him with another rider, but with damage repairs to the barns and other buildings, and the need to check the rest of the area, I just don&#039;t have any choice. I&#039;ll let you decide - will you do it, please?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, *Of course, sir. I&#039;m always available for something like this, and I don&#039;t see any problem with a new rider. I&#039;ll wait here, and you can send him over.*&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thanks, James, I knew I could count on you. Ted,&amp;quot; he continued, turning to Mr. Jakes, &amp;quot;lets see how the repairs are going, after I call young Johnson to come and collect James.&amp;quot; They continued talking as they walked down the aisle, fading into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I returned to finishing the Chow in the trough, and waiting for this &#039;young Johnson&#039;. It didn&#039;t take long for him to show up, as I heard footsteps and whistling as he came down the aisle. I stuck my head out to show him where I was, and he dropped his saddle on the rack out in front of the stall.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, fella,&amp;quot; he said, then reached up and looked at my halter, where my name was engraved in the leather while he stroked my nose, Then said, &amp;quot;Yep, James sure enough. You &#039;n me&#039;s goin&#039; for a ride, feller.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I started to tap out a *hello* but he slapped lightly on my nose, startling me. I snorted at him and he said, &amp;quot;Seems like every horse on the ranch does that. Something in the water?&amp;quot; He tugged on my lower lip, I opened my mouth in protest, and he shoved a bit in it. A &#039;&#039;bit&#039;&#039;! He continued with setting the bridle in place and fastened it behind my ears. Suddenly, I realized, he thinks I&#039;m a horse! No one told him about me being a SCAB!&lt;br /&gt;
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He tugged at the reins and I followed him out into the aisle. He tied me - &#039;&#039;tied&#039;&#039; me! to a ring, and proceeded to put on the saddle blanket and saddle. He pulled the cinch up tight, then kneed me - I whuffed in protest, and he pulled the cinch the last little bit tighter. He knew horses, all right, but, I&#039;m a SCAB! All he had to do was ask...but he didn&#039;t know that. I looked for Mr. Jakes, or someone else to complain to, and realized the barn was empty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Johnson checked me over carefully, then checked my hooves. Inspection done, he swung up into the saddle and settled himself. Then he leaned forward, and I walked out the barn door. We proceeded over to the supply cabin, and he got the necessary equipment - wire cutters, wire, pliers, food for himself, and a bag of oats for me. He carefully loaded it all into the saddlebags and on my back, then got directions to the area, being new. I could have just taken him there, but he didn&#039;t know that. While I was waiting, tied out front, nobody came by - they were all busy with repairs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having checked that everything was secure, Johnson climbed into the saddle, pulled my head around, then indicated a walk. I obliged, and we were on our way. He opened the first of several gates, led me through, then tied me while he closed it. At the next gate, the area between them being tight, he said, &amp;quot;I wonder how well trained you are? Can you stand and come to command? Let&#039;s see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and he laughed, &amp;quot;Ha, just like you understand me!&amp;quot; I nodded again, but he was getting down to open the gate and didn&#039;t notice. He dropped the reins on the ground, and I stood still while he swung the gate over, then came to his call. &amp;quot;Damn, you are trained good!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;That&#039;ll make this run a lot easier!&amp;quot; He stroked my nose, then swung back up, and we headed for the last gate and on to the job.&lt;br /&gt;
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We both spotted a break almost immediately, and fixed it. I positioned myself so he could get what he needed from the bags, but he didn&#039;t notice, being absorbed by the work. I grabbed a few mouthfuls of the tall grass along the fence line while he was twisting the ends together, then, repair done, we headed down the path. I spotted a break, and turned toward it, as he obviously hadn&#039;t seen it. He pulled my head around and asked for a trot. I tried to turn back to the break, and he hauled me toward the way we&#039;d been going. I protested with a nicker, and he smacked the back of my head!&lt;br /&gt;
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I grumbled and decided to cooperate. He hadn&#039;t seen the break, and didn&#039;t understand what I was doing. Well enough, I&#039;ll teach him as we go, I thought. We spotted the next break at the same time, and the fix-it routine was the same, as it was for the next several. I didn&#039;t have a chance to show that I could spot them. While he was working, I chowed down on the tall grass along the fence line, which was quite tasty. But the next break was big enough to take a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something, probably a small uprooted tree, had caused serious damage, breaking two posts and a lot of wire. He fished the broken pieces of the posts together and lashed them tightly with the old wire, then used the new from my saddlebag to restore the fence. This took the better part of an hour, and after he had the supplies, I spent the time grazing on the tall grass. I found a pool and got a drink, then deliberately wet my forelegs to show Johnson there was water nearby. He was pleased, as he&#039;d come close to emptying his canteen in the heat. The work done, and from what I saw, done well, he asked me to show him the water. He had a long drink, washed his face, then filled his canteen. He climbed back into the saddle, and we went on down the wire.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw another break he missed, and again tried to turn toward it. He said something unpleasant, and spurred me. Oh, Gods that &#039;&#039;hurt&#039;&#039;! I screamed and leaped to a gallop, trying to run away from the pain!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right, you idiot jughead, now stop that stupidity,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Do it again, and I&#039;ll rowel you good. Understand?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, and we turned back to inspect the wire we&#039;d passed. This time he saw the break, and fixed it. I grumbled, but there wasn&#039;t anything I could do, short of abandoning him, and I wasn&#039;t going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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We rode on, finding several more breaks and tending to them. By now, I was getting a bit tired, and that may have been a part of what came next. I noticed another break, and not thinking, swung toward it. As promised, he raked me with the spurs! I shrieked and took off like a rocket, running as hard as I could. Johnson crouched down in the saddle and used the reins as a lash to drive me on. I ran for almost two miles, then slowed, gasping. He let me slow to a halt, then got down and looked at me. Head down, panting in great gasps, I looked back. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I warned you, you stupid jugheaded bangtail, and I meant it,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;No more of that looking for the tasty stuff along the fence line, okay? Do it again, and you&#039;ll run again.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, wheezing. He waited until I was breathing easily again, then gave me some water.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now, we&#039;ll go back and look at the fence we passed while you were running,&amp;quot; he said, and got back into the saddle. We did the stretch at a trot, finding only the break I&#039;d seen. By now, it was starting to get late, so after fixing it, we headed for the little area set up for night camps with a stone firepit and a cistern. He removed the saddle and blanket, then gave me a quick wash down and brushing after inspecting my hooves. He got out half of the oats, and set them out for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, while I was eating, the final insult - hobbles. He put them on my legs, and tied them tight. I protested, but he ignored me. He kindled a fire and started his dinner. Finished, he washed the dish and the pot, then set out his bedroll. He rooted in the saddlebag, and came out with a rather battered book, then sat by the fire to read.&lt;br /&gt;
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I drifted away a bit, grazing, then drowsed a while. I woke around midnight, and looked to see the fire had burned down to embers, and Johnson asleep. I started grazing, and thinking on the day. He&#039;d hurt me, then insulted me, and I wasn&#039;t going to just let it pass. I thought, and drew up a plan for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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The night passed quietly, and I spent more time snoozing. But, as the faintest sign of dawn lit the sky, I put my plan into action. Going to centaur, I untied the hobbles, something a horse couldn&#039;t have done. Then, returning to horse, I picked them up in my mouth and walked over to where Johnson lay sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped the hobbles on him. That woke him up, but he was still muzzy as I grabbed his boots with my lips and backed away. He woke fully and tried to flip off the blanket, only to discover the hobbles. He looked at them for a moment, then recognized them and jumped up to look for me. I was standing, looking at him, several yards away. &lt;br /&gt;
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He looked at my feet, and saw that the hobbles were gone. He said, &amp;quot;Now how did you get them off? Must not have tied them well.&amp;quot; He laughed, then saw the boots. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Damn, don&#039;t go chewing on them, they ain&#039;t cheap. Bring &#039;em here, fella, I&#039;ll give you some sugar,&amp;quot; he said in a wheedling tone.&lt;br /&gt;
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He still didn&#039;t get it. I sighed, then set the boots down, stepped over them, closed my eyes, and reached.&lt;br /&gt;
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I opened my eyes, unbuckled and removed the halter. I crossed my arms and said, &amp;quot;We have some things to discuss.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, my God, oh, my God...you&#039;re a SCAB?&amp;quot; he choked out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Rather obviously, I believe,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;What did you think, that I was a stupid horse?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But, but, they told me all the SCABs were in a pasture of their own, and you were in the barn! I thought you were a horse,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;One set aside to train new people on until we met the SCABs!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There are no horses on the ranch, no cattle, no animals, nothing but SCABs,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I was in the barn having lunch after training to pull a wagon. The Director asked me to take you around and check that part of the fence. You obviously weren&#039;t told about the communication link we set up, the tap code, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tap code? No, I wasn&#039;t. This is my first day here. I spent the morning filling out forms, getting a bunk assigned, and so on. I was at lunch and the Director said he had an area that needed checking, and to pick up James in the barn. Nothing about anything else, there wasn&#039;t time,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I grabbed my saddle, stuffed the remaining paperwork in the saddlebag, and headed down to get you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Typical, a screw up. I&#039;ve seen it happen a lot, when I was human. Why don&#039;t you get those papers out, and take a look?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;The code&#039;s probably in there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You know, this is weird, talking to a centaur that I spent a day riding as a horse,&amp;quot; he laughed, shakily. &amp;quot;No one said anything about that either!&amp;quot;  He dug into the saddlebag, and pulled out a handful of papers, and started looking through them. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s it,&amp;quot; I said &amp;quot;That&#039;s how the SCABs talk with the humans on the ranch. All of them, cattle, llamas, even the buffalo. Do you see how it works?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I worked on showing him, and we got it down to the point where he understood me. &amp;quot;This is the dance the horses were doing,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I thought there was something wrong with them!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, that&#039;s cleared up, okay?&amp;quot; I said, and he nodded. &amp;quot;Just one other thing, and I&#039;ll let you get your breakfast.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I picked up the boots and jingled the spurs. &amp;quot;Loose these damn things. &#039;&#039;Please&#039;&#039;. You wouldn&#039;t believe how they hurt. And you&#039;re a good enough horseman to be able to do without them, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Now, if you&#039;ll put out the oats, I&#039;ll go back to horse,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Oh, another thing. Equine, my eyes aren&#039;t as sharp as yours, but I see breaks in continuity. When I turn aside, I see a break, not a nice patch of grass. Got it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He nodded again, still somewhat dazed, and I dropped back to horse. I picked up the halter with my lips and walked up to him for him to put it back on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tapped out, slowly, *Of course I am, where else would I go? Thanks to that cursed virus, I&#039;ll never be human again.*&lt;br /&gt;
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We spent the rest of the day finishing up the checks and repairs. He treated me with a great deal more respect, and at lunch he actually chatted with me, using the tap code. We finished at the gate, and he opened it for me. I snorted to get his attention, then tapped out  *I&#039;m going to give a good report on you to the Director. You did a very good job on the wire repairs, and I liked the way you did that stretch with the broken posts. You really know horses and horsemanship too. And, if you don&#039;t mention the centaur bit, I won&#039;t complain about the spurs and the hobbles, okay?*&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, it had been a long month. Inspection trips, teaching, helping Pastor Svenson, getting exiled to the cattle and llamas by missing Morning Count so I could instruct them, and get their people working on changing - I couldn&#039;t get to the others, but the head bull promised he&#039;d show and teach them himself. I kept a careful count of the days, off in a small patch no one disturbed, and I was getting a little antsy. Then, early one afternoon, the Director and my friends Martin and Doc Malcolm appeared at the gate, asking for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I trotted up to the gate and gave a whinny of welcome as I recognized them. Halting at the concrete tap pad by the gate, I rattled off a greeting in Morse to Martin. The Director looked confused, expecting the familiar tap code and not understanding Morse. Martin smiled at the greeting, then explained to the Director what I&#039;d said and about Morse code. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Director shook his head, then said, &amp;quot;Well, you&#039;ve had another trick up your sleeve, eh? Well, James, these gentlemen have documents from the Federal Court in Kansas City, stating that Judge Burke wants to interview you. They have brought a trailer to take you there. I&#039;ve contacted my superiors, and have been told that it&#039;ll be all right for you to go, as long as it&#039;s at their expense. Do you understand?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then tapped out, &amp;quot;Yes sir, I fully understand. I want to say good bye to my friends here. I&#039;ll come to your office after I&#039;m finished. Is that all right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I said farewell to my friends with deep regret, but we all knew what it would mean if I could get the Judge to allow me to return to an &#039;ordinary&#039; life. I promised to have someone call with the outcome, even if it was just that I was on my way back. Then, I opened the gate and trotted off for the Administration building.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a long intensely boring trip, without Wideload to talk with, and the scenery of the Flint Hills in fall is dull, to say the least, to a horse&#039;s eyes. I spent a good bit of time dozing, and doing some thinking on what I would do if  Judge Burke freed me. We made several short stops, for food and bathroom breaks for the humans and one in a small isolated park so I could have one. I was deeply relieved to finally see the farm swing into sight! Doc pulled into the back, shut down, then got out and stretched, as did Martin. &lt;br /&gt;
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They opened the trailer and let the ramp down and, carefully, I backed out. I stretched and walked around to loosen up, then headed off for the barn, followed by Martin and the Doc. Once we were there, I told Martin I was going to change, and to warn Doc. After he did, I reached  and went to centaur.&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, &amp;quot;Hello, Doc!&amp;quot; and reached out to shake his hand. &amp;quot;Thanks from the heart for all your help, and I&#039;m glad to be able to say it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, we&#039;ve got plans to make,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Martin, how is this going to go?&amp;quot; We spent the next couple of hours talking over the upcoming court appointment and how we were going to handle it, then we checked out the Talking Box to make sure it worked. They left, and I dropped back to horse, ate the oats Doc had put out, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Early in the morning, Doc roused me. I ate and used the manure area, then went for a run around the pasture to stretch my muscles. Martin showed up, and they got me loaded into the trailer. They put the Talking Box in the truck bed, carefully wrapped against damage. Doc started the truck, and we headed downtown for the Federal Courthouse. The trip through the usual morning heavy traffic had me very nervous by the time we got down there - it had been a while, and I was seeing it from a very different perspective! It was looking like a nice day, if cool, and I was eagerly awaiting the chance to show Judge Burke what I could do&lt;br /&gt;
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We pulled up in front of the courthouse, and Martin climbed out, picked up his briefcase, and headed in to notify the Bailiff we were there. Doc headed off with me to find a parking area where he could fit both the truck and trailer, which took some looking. He finally found one, parked, then let me out. I stretched, then looked around. Doc unwrapped the Talking Box, and untangled the harness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lowered my head, and he slid the Talking box into place over my right side, and buckled it down securely, then he carefully wrapped the mike in place. I reached back, flipped the power switch, and listened to the faint whine as it came to life. I rattled off a quick test message, and Doc confirmed it worked in text mode. I flipped the other switch and said, &amp;quot;Can you hear me now?&amp;quot; Doc laughed and said, &amp;quot;I sure can!&amp;quot; I reached my head into the truck bed and retrieved the rather badly battered piece of oak I used as a sounder, and carefully slid it under the harness. I gave myself a shake to settle everything, then we started walking.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a long walk to the Courthouse from the parking lot, and we were stopped a number of times by people wanting to know what a loose horse was doing down here. The looks on their faces when I explained was priceless! We eventually arrived out front, where Martin was waiting for  us, as were Mr. Fennix from SCABS United, and Mr. Anson from the ACLU. I greeted them happily, glad to see them and for their support.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Everything&#039;s set, the Judge arranged to move his court to a first floor courtroom, and the Bailiff will send for us when it&#039;s all ready,&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;Remember, you&#039;re on your best behavior here. They do have an all species washroom, if you really need it. Now, relax, and we&#039;ll soon have you loose.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t be,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;I know this Judge, and he&#039;s very fair in his rulings.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A TV news van roared up and slid to a stop near us on the street. The reporter and a cameraman jumped out, while the van driver set up the internal antenna to link to the station. The reporter hurried over and introduced himself, then said the station had gotten several calls about a talking horse walking through downtown saying he was going to the courthouse. He asked Martin if this was the horse, and Martin started to reply. I stamped a hoof, getting the attention of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why not get it straight from the horse&#039;s mouth?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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He asked my name, and why I was down here, and I explained while the camera guy filmed the somewhat bizarre encounter. Traffic was stopped in front of the courthouse from people staring out the car windows! Eventually the police showed up, and got things moving again, albeit very slowly. The reporter, realizing this was probably a once in a lifetime chance, milked it for all it was worth, and I happily talked about the change, how we&#039;d built the Talking Box, Morse code, and my time on the ranch.&lt;br /&gt;
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An Officer of the Court came out, found Martin and talked to him for a moment. Martin came over and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry to put an end to this, but Judge Burke is ready for us now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The reporter asked the Court Officer if they could come in and broadcast from the courtroom, and the Officer said he&#039;d ask the Judge.  He disappeared for a few minutes, then came back and said, &amp;quot;If it&#039;s all right with you folks, he&#039;ll allow it. He&#039;s not real happy, so keep it low key.&amp;quot; We agreed, and the reporter and cameraman went over to the van to pick up a tripod for the camera, cables, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm and Martin took a few moments to put leather bootees over my hooves, to spare the floors inside. &amp;quot;Ready?&amp;quot; Martin asked. I nodded, then said, &amp;quot;lets do it.&amp;quot; He put on the last bootee, then we walked over to the door and headed for the courtroom. Martin, Mr. Anson, and Mr. Fennix led the way, I followed. Doc Malcolm put a hand on my shoulder, and we walked together. My hooves made a dull clumping from the bootees on the polished stone floor. The reporter and cameraman tagged along behind us.&lt;br /&gt;
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The courtroom was almost empty; very few people knew about this. But a few, alerted by the TV report and having some free time, filtered in to watch the fun. The people from HHS were in the front row on one side, Martin, Mr. Anson, Mr. Fennix, and Doc Malcolm took the other, and I stood in the aisle. The TV crew set up in one corner and tested the camera and connections. The reporter was using a hush mike, and doing sound tests with the station.  I rubbed my nose on my leg - a nervous gesture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin was relaxed and happy. This was his environment, where he made his living, and it was the first time I&#039;d seen him at work. Doc Malcolm was here as a professional witness, as well as a friend, Mr. Anson and Mr. Fennix were here as support. The HHS lawyers were the typical sleek types you see on TV, fat from Government contracts and work. They wanted to seize everything I had and send me back to the Ranch for the rest of my days. I shivered a little, getting more nervous by the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bailiff walked out into the court, along with several Officers and the Court Reporter. &amp;quot;All Rise!&amp;quot; the Bailiff cried, and the people came to their feet. Judge Burke entered from behind the Bench and stood behind his chair. I spread my ears and lowered my head as a sign of respect. &amp;quot;Take your seats, please,&amp;quot; he said, seating himself. He picked up and whacked his gavel, then said, &amp;quot;Court is now in session.&amp;quot; The trial was underway.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We are met here in the matter of James Maxwell, SCABS patient VS The Department of Health and Human Services, hereafter described as HHS, in the matter of the aquisition of his assets to pay for his care at their Ranch Department.&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I have requested that said patient, Mr. Maxwell, be transported here so that I may speak with him and see if he can live as a private citizen, or still requires the services of HHS and its Ranch Department where he has been housed since he underwent Change caused by the virus known as the Martian Flu. I note that Mr. Maxwell is present. Mr. Lawrence, this is him?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin rose and replied, &amp;quot;Yes, your Honor, This is Mr. Maxwell. He is here to demonstrate that he does have the ability to speak through the mechanism you will note on his right side. We hope that, having shown that ability, you will release his assets to him, and allow him to resume a normal life. I have spoken to him since his arrival and he is willing to reimburse HHS for the moneys they have spent repairing the house which was damaged on the day of his change, and the moneys spent in packing his belongings. He has also noted that his automobile is now useless to him, and will allow it to be sold, after certain equipment is removed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the HHS lawyers stood and waited for recognition. The Judge said, &amp;quot;Yes, Mr. Jenks?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jenks said, &amp;quot;Your Honor, may I examine Mr. Maxwell, to assure ourselves this is really him? Our people at the Fair Pastures Hostel sent a photo and description, and we want to be sure this is him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Judge nodded, then said, &amp;quot;That&#039;s fair. Mr. Maxwell?&amp;quot; I looked directly at him and raised my ears.  &amp;quot;You will let these gentlemen look you over.&amp;quot; I nodded in reply.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jenks walked over and looked at me. &amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell?&amp;quot; he said. I snorted, then nodded. &amp;quot;Excuse me, but we have to be sure.&amp;quot; I nodded again, then stood stock still as he compared my features with the picture, and matched the other features mentioned in the report, down to the color of my off rear hoof. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Maxwell. Your Honor, according to the report, this is him, sir.&amp;quot; he said, and returned to his seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, now that Mr. Maxwell&#039;s identity is fully established to the satisfaction of everyone, let us proceed to the crux of the matter. Mr. Lawrence, will you please assist Mr. Maxwell to approach the Bench, so that I may speak with him?&amp;quot; the Judge said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin rose and came to my side, then opened the gate in the railing and led me forward. I carefully placed each hoof as I passed through the gate, then raised my head and walked forward. We stopped before the Bench, and I again lowered my head in respect.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, I have been informed that the mechanism I see on your side will make it possible to communicate. Will you please demonstrate it for me?&amp;quot; Judge Burke said. &lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded then turned parallel to the bench so the Judge could see the Talking Box. I lifted my forehoof so that Martin could remove the bootee. That done, I carefully removed the oak plank from my harness and set it on the floor. I reached back and flipped the power switch, and the screen glowed to life. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;May I approach, so that I may observe? The view is blocked from here.&amp;quot; Mr. Jenks said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I will so allow,&amp;quot; said the Judge.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Good morning, your Honor,&amp;quot; I tapped out, and the words appeared on the screen . &amp;quot;I am James Maxwell, a SCABS survivor, and I am here to show you that I can speak with this unit, which we call a Talking Box.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well!&amp;quot; the Judge said. &amp;quot;I&#039;m impressed, but I was told you can speak with it as well?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, then reached back and flipped the &#039;voice&#039; switch. &amp;quot;I certainly can, your Honor, thanks to my friend Martin and a very clever engineer, who built this whole setup for me,&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Judge Burke raised his eyebrows, and the HHS lawyer jumped a bit at the surprise of me talking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So, you do have a form of speech!&amp;quot; the Judge said. &amp;quot;You&#039;re tapping your hoof, and getting a voice out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, your Honor,&amp;quot; I said, looking at him. &amp;quot;When I Changed, I realized I could still use Morse code to talk to my Ham Radio friends, if no one else. I asked Martin for an old code reader I&#039;d sold him, and he decided to go to the engineer instead, and this is what they came up with. I tap Morse Code, the microphone picks up the sound and sends it to the equipment, where each character is recognized and output to the screen and stored to assemble into a word. When a pause between words is recognized, the computer looks up the word and finds it in the memory, and sends it to the speaker, which is why there is a slight delay there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Very clever,&amp;quot; Judge Burke said. &amp;quot;Too bad most fully changed SCABS don&#039;t know Morse. That box could be very useful.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your Honor,&amp;quot; Mr. Jenks said, &amp;quot;this doesn&#039;t change the fact that Mr. Maxwell is still a horse, and horses need care and attention he can&#039;t get off the Ranch without great cost. We are still prepared to help Mr. Maxwell have a full life there, at our expense, and are willing to allow him to take the Talking Box with him. To do that, we are requesting the release of his assets to us, to pay for his treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Maxwell, HHS has a very strong point there.&amp;quot; Judge Burke said. &amp;quot;I have a list of your assets here, and even with the sale of the house, you won&#039;t be able to get the care you&#039;ll need without outside help.&lt;br /&gt;
As a horse, you have no way of making a living, and the level of expense  for your living alone will very quickly eat that up. I&#039;m very sorry, but unless you have some ideas about this, I&#039;m going to have to rule in favor of HHS.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I sighed. This was where I had to show what I could do, and, for some reason I was nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your Honor,&amp;quot; I said, &amp;quot;I learned something recently that will have a bearing on this. May I show you? It may be a little startling&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;If it has some bearing on this decision, please do.&amp;quot; the Judge said.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stepped sideways, away from the bench. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then reached.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I heard gasps from all over the courtroom. I opened my eyes, reached up and removed the halter, then turned to speak to the Judge, who looked stunned, as did Mr. Jenks.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your Honor, I was recently taught how to do this.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;In this form, I have hands, and my own voice. I may be a bit bulky, but I can do almost anything a regular human can, including working for a living. May I petition the court for the return of my assets, and may I be released from the care of HHS, that I may get on with my life?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well! I wasn&#039;t expecting that!&amp;quot; Judge Burke said, shakily. &amp;quot;I&#039;ve worked a lot with various SCABS, and thought I&#039;d seen almost everything. but, wow, a centaur! That&#039;s new to me! I&#039;m going to need to think on this, and look at a couple of recent decisions.&amp;quot; He picked up and whacked his gavel, then said, &amp;quot;Court is ajourned for thirty minutes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All rise! Court is ajourned for a thirty minute recess!&amp;quot; called the Bailiff, and the Judge disappeared into his chambers.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked back to the other side of the rail, where Mr. Anson and Mr. Fennix had huge smiles on their faces. Mr. Jenks went over to speak with his people, then went outside the courtroom to call his office. The reporter and the cameraman came over to do a short interview. I explained that, yes I could do this as I wished, no, I couldn&#039;t become human, and yes, I really could make a living in this form.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Jenks walked in, looking rather dejected. He went over and spoke with his staff, then came over and asked to speak with Martin. They went off into the hall.  I watched, puzzled. I turned and asked Mr. Anson what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had a huge grin, and said, &amp;quot;It means they want to figure a way to concede. You&#039;ve won! But don&#039;t show it yet.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled, anyway. Martin and Mr. Jenks came back in, and the HHS man went over to speak with the Bailiff. The Bailiff nodded, then disappeared behind the bench with Mr. Jenks. Martin came over and whispered the same news to me, then sat down, smiling. The HHS lawyer reappeared in a few minutes, and sat with his group.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the half hour dragged, then the Bailiff reappeared, with an &amp;quot;All Rise!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone stood, and the Judge came in and took his chair. He whacked his gavel and said, &amp;quot;This court is now in session. Please be seated. In the Case of James Maxwell Vs. the Department of Health and Human Services, HHS has conceded and I have ordered Mr. Maxwell&#039;s assets to be reassigned to him at this time. Case is hereby closed. Bailiff, are there any other cases?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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His Honor said, &amp;quot;There being no further business, this court now stands adjourned.&amp;quot; He whacked his gavel again, then walked behind the dias and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all got up and filed out of the courtroom, grinning like fiends! Once we were outside, I thanked Martin for all his help, and Mr. Anson and Mr. Fennix too. Doc Malcolm said there&#039;d be a party at his place, and we all parted happily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc Malcolm and I headed back for the truck, and , as we went, I noticed something - I was cold! As a horse, my fur had kept me comfy, but now I had nearly naked skin again. I mentioned it to the Doc, and he had us head down a different street to a small place he knew of.&lt;br /&gt;
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He ducked inside, and a moment later was back with the manager of the haberdashery. The manager looked at me and boggled for a moment, then turned to the Doc and said, &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Doc explained that I was cold, and needed a sweater, shirt, jacket, and a hat or cap. The manager looked again and said, slowly, &amp;quot;Just the human part, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, &amp;quot;Yes sir. I&#039;d be very greatful to you - it&#039;s cold out!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The manager shook his head, then said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to need measurements, and I don&#039;t have a stepladder. so how...&amp;quot; He paused as I lay down, then continued, &amp;quot;Ah. Alright, let me get my equipment.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He went back into the shop, and reappeared a moment later. A small crowd had gathered to watch as he took various measurements and wrote them down. He vanished through the door, and I said, &#039;Thanks, Doc! Uh, I don&#039;t have any cash on me.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Doc grinned and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;ll cover it for now, and you can pay me back. I have that collar at the house with your stuff in it, and I&#039;ll get it for you when we get there. Ah, any choice of color for the clothes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, &amp;quot;Black will do for now.&amp;quot; He went in to speak with the manager again.&lt;br /&gt;
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It turned out that I was on the large end of the sizes, but that they had clothes that would fit me. They took a few minutes to cut the tails off the shirt (I had no pants to put them in, after all!) and edge it so it wouldn&#039;t unravel. I passed the time talking with the crowd, explaining a little of how a horse sees the world for a couple of equestrians, then letting a small boy pet me. Then, for the first time in far too long, I got dressed. I set the cap on my head at a jaunty angle, then got to my hooves to finish the walk in style!&lt;br /&gt;
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There is an old saying, that &#039;clothes make the man&#039;. Dressed, I finally began to feel human again. My life, and my future, now lay my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, I&#039;m delighted to see you again!&amp;quot; called the Director. &amp;quot;When you ran off with Lucifer on your tail, I was afraid he&#039;d kill you. Where is...ah! there he is. What happened? He looks completely different.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped before him and began tapping out an explanation for what had happened. *Sir, Lucifer was crazy. What we call the horse mind was in control, and it believed I was a threat to his herd. He was going to drive me off or kill me. I kept ahead of him for a ways, causing him to run through brush and such to tire him. He had an accident and fell during the chase, and knocked himself out. When he woke up, the human mind was in control.*&lt;br /&gt;
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Lucifer was almost up to us know, limping along on his scraped and somewhat battered legs. I turned back to the Director and said, *Sir, may I present to you Pastor Steven Svenson, nee Lucifer?*&lt;br /&gt;
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I was sent back to the barn for the night, to recover and be checked for problems caused by what was now being called &#039;the Great Race&#039;. Tommy and Wideload were there too - the dart gunner on the wagon had tried to shoot Lucifer in that scramble at the start, missed, and hit Tommy. He was almost over it by now, and laughing that it was one way to get back into drugs. And it now seemed wherever Tommy was, there was Wideload. They were inseparable, an item.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pastor Svenson and I had adjoining boxes, and, once his legs had been treated, we had had a long heart to heart about what was going on around here, who and what I was, himself, and the other things that needed clearing up. Steven had been a fairly young man, in his early thirties when the Martian Virus had changed him, and a city boy who&#039;d only seen horses in parades and with cops on their backs. The Change had taken him completely by surprise, and when he&#039;d gotten over the initial effects, he was lost inside his own head. The horse mind had been all but forced to take over, and so things had gone, until Epona and myself had been able to help him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; he laughed quietly, &amp;quot;it seems I don&#039;t have a flock to care for any more, but a herd!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just remember, we may &#039;&#039;look&#039;&#039; like horses, but we are still &#039;&#039;fully&#039;&#039; human in our minds and souls,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;And the vast majority of these people are going to wish to have you as their Priest. How you handle that aspect is for you to do - I follow a different path, as I&#039;ve said.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes, the Angel said something about that,&amp;quot; he mused. &amp;quot;That all paths to the Light had the same end, as do all paths to the dark. I have my bias, obviously, but I&#039;ll leave you to your faith, and minister to those people who wish my help.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ought to be interesting, getting in touch with your hierarchy, telling them what and where you are now, and asking their permission to work here,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Talk to Mr. Jakes, have him take a dictated letter from you to send them, and see what happens.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A very good idea,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll speak with him in the morning. Right now, I&#039;m tired - it&#039;s been a rather interesting &#039;first&#039; day in this body. A good night to you, brother.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A lot better than I&#039;d hoped!&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;The vet said the ribs are almost completely healed, and there&#039;s even hair growing back in the bald spot in my mane!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The bites are completely healed, I see - only a few white hairs to show where they were,&amp;quot; I noted. &amp;quot;How&#039;s that hoof you dinged on the gate getting away?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Completely healed - I thought I&#039;d broken it, but it turned out to be a stone bruise, and it&#039;s fine now,&amp;quot; he replied. &amp;quot;But, I must say, it shook the hell out of me seeing Lucifer and you  coming into the barn side by side, I&#039;ll tell you! But, it was also obvious that something had happened to him, that all the &#039;crazy&#039; was gone. All I heard was something about a chase and now he calls you brother. Care to explain?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That I have,&amp;quot; Bryce replied. &amp;quot;While you were busy with Pastor Steve. Wideload said you stopped and Lucifer charged you, then bounced off, reared up and over, then fell with a shriek while you lay down. You were both out for a longish while, You came to, said some strange things, then Pastor Svenson awoke, and the old Lucifer was gone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right, but this is something that happened beyond the Veil, so its going to be vague, as such things are for mortals who venture there. I Was a Wiccan High Priest before I changed. After I did, Epona asked me to become one of Her Priests,&amp;quot; I said. This caused a bit of a stir among my friends, but no one commented. &amp;quot;When I was running from Lucifer, Epona whispered to me to let him touch me, which is why I let him to collide with me. Afterwards, She called me to come to her, which is why I lay down. She had called the Pastors spirit to Her, and She and I were able to instruct him in what he needed to know to be what he now is, a fully integrated and functional being. He was grateful to the Angel, as he saw Her, for the help. She called us brothers, and sent us back to serve and help as we can.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then I awoke, and things went from there.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Please, no questions - that was on the other side of the Veil between this world and of the spirit, and a mere mortal sees only what he is meant to see there. I would tell you more, if I knew more. Pastor Svenson is himself again, and my brother. Who, or What, Epona is, I can&#039;t tell you, simply because I don&#039;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hello, James,&amp;quot; Pastor Steven said, &amp;quot;We&#039;ve been going through my old mail! Theres a lot of it, from my Church people and from the Church authorities, and now that I&#039;m myself again, I&#039;m going to try to answer it, with Mr. Jakes help!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I was a part of the Herd, I spent a good bit of time making acquaintances with the other members. I introduced myself and chatted with them and spent time getting to know them as people. They were uniformly delighted to be able to talk to Humans once again, and I was showered with praise for coming up with the Tap Code. I finally gave up on denying its invention, and simply tried to show how to use it more efficiently, based on the experience I&#039;d had in working with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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One Saturday, after I&#039;d been there several months, I was off grazing when I received a message that  people were waiting at the gate for me.  I immediately trotted off that way, my curiosity raised. Who would look for me here? As I approached the gate, I recognized them - Martin, my lawyer and Ham friend, and Scott Gilman, aka Parsifal, my SCA buddy! They waved as I came up, and I went over to the cement pad that had been set by the gate to let us use the tap code more efficiently to &#039;speak&#039; to the clerks in the small kiosk there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s right, Felix, I may have something that will free you, and let you get back into the world, at least in a way.&amp;quot; Parsifal said, using my SCA name. &amp;quot;You helped me through the nightmare of finding my &#039;self&#039; after I Changed, and now it&#039;s time for repayment.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I nodded, intrigued, and moved over closer to him to watch.  He reached up and put a hand on my head. He closed his eyes, removed his hand, and took several steps backward...then, he Changed. It took a few minutes, and was - interesting - to watch, but he ended up as my twin! Looking closer, not just my twin, but a duplicate!&lt;br /&gt;
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He smiled at me and said, in Horse, &amp;quot;Hello, Felix. My, this form is - different! I hadn&#039;t tried a horse before, just smaller animals and such. Give me a minute, and I hope to have something to show you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He closed his eyes and stood, apparently feeling out the equine form.  He said, &amp;quot;Ah, I hoped so! Watch closely, and I&#039;ll show you something.&amp;quot; He seemed to shiver around the head and neck, then, suddenly, out of the shivering, there appeared the human part of a centaur! He looked down and back, then moved his hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stood motionless, stunned by the revelation. He walked over and said, &amp;quot;Here&#039;s what I want you to do. Close your eyes, and calm your mind - that&#039;s the hard part. Then, Try to see yourself as a centaur, then look for a faint purplish thread. There may be two of them. For me, there are hundreds, and finding &#039;me&#039; again among so many was the hard part of finding my way back. Choose the brightest and &#039;reach&#039; for it with your mind. For you, who haven&#039;t shifted before, the result will be somewhat disorienting, but keep trying, until you feel stable again. Then open your eyes. Try it now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I closed my eyes, stilled my mind, drew up a picture of myself as a centaur, then began looking for the &#039;threads&#039; Parsifal had mentioned. They were there! And, knowing what to look for, very obvious! I wondered that I&#039;d never seen them before. I picked one, the brightest, and reached for it. The world seemed to shiver around me. I kept reaching, until the shivering stopped, Then, I opened my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, my Gods! the COLORS! The world seemed to explode in color before me! That was the first thing I noticed. Then, how narrow my field of view was and that nothing blocked my view! I felt my hands, then held them up in front of me. I worked them, bending each finger and thumb, then touched my face. I laughed aloud, like I hadn&#039;t since I Changed! I looked at myself, and saw the ruddy color of my lower bodies coat for the first time. I unbuckled the halter and removed it, then reached out and caught my friend in a tight hug, crying with joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Martin said, &amp;quot;Well! Scott said he could help you, but this! I&#039;m astounded! Welcome back, James Welcome back! Let me look at you - hmm, its you, but not...weird. I recognize you, but the ears are still equinish. They&#039;ve moved down to a human location, but they stick out and up. You can probably move them if you try. The eyes are bigger, further apart, and solid brown, but with a round pupil. Your hair matches your coat color, and...yes, theres a distinct line down your back. No bellybutton, either. I&#039;d bet that the torso is solid muscle, with enough cartilage in the ribs to support the shoulders. A human/horse hybrid - just like the Greeks said!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, at least I can talk now, and have my hands back! The two things I missed most!&amp;quot; I laughed with joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your voice has changed too,&amp;quot; Martin replied. &amp;quot;You used to be a light tenor, like most men, but now, you&#039;re a deep baritone. The Opera company at home may want to speak with you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Just so I have a voice! Now, what did you need to speak to me about?&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We&#039;ve got a solid court date, and I&#039;ve gotten the Judge to allow you to testify in your own behalf!&amp;quot; Martin said. &amp;quot;I showed him the videos we shot of you using the Talking Box, and he&#039;s very interested. But, now that you can do this! HHS will have to let you go, and release your property too! There&#039;ll almost certainly be a court fight over it, but showing that you can be a useful member of society again, instead of just an intelligent horse,  that will almost certainly make them drop the case!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Lady Epona, what should I do?&amp;quot; I prayed. &amp;quot;I want my freedom, to be back in my life, but not at the cost of leaving the SCABs here totally without hope. Epona, I want to free them as my friends have freed me. Will this work for those SCABs here?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is one reason I wanted you as my priest, that you care about and for the others here.&amp;quot; She whispered to me. &amp;quot;You are still my child, as are they, but, yes, they can become as you. Show your brother first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I returned a few minutes later with Pastor Svenson. We walked into the grove, and he stopped when he saw my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;James, what is this? Who is that man? And I don&#039;t recognize...no, I do. Its you, right down to the smell! How can that be? What is going on here? You said you had something to show me, are these it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Brother, these are my friends, and a way to freedom from being trapped as horses forever,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;The one seated on the log is my friend Martin, a lawyer and fellow radio Ham. The other, my duplicate, is a polymorph friend, Parsifal. He has showed me how to escape, and now we will show you. Watch me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I closed my eyes and reached again, and felt the shiver of change. I opened my eyes and said, &amp;quot;We believe that you and every SCAB on the ranch can do this or something like it. Parsifal would like to &#039;see&#039; if you can. Please, let him touch you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Parsifal had gone back to human while I went to centaur. Now, he walked up to Pastor Steven and held out his hand. Steven backed away, not sure what was happening. First he&#039;d seen me become a centaur, then Parsifal become human. He was deeply confused, both over what was happening, and what he was needed for.&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, &amp;quot;Please, brother, he needs to touch you so he can see if it is possible for you to change to this form. Let him, he won&#039;t hurt you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother gathered his courage, then walked forward to meet Parsifal. He put out his nose, and Parsifal stroked it. Parsifal closed his eyes and stepped back, then he Changed to a mirror of Pastor Steven. I watched as they talked in the quiet language of Horse, then the Pastor closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a little time to still his mind, as he wasn&#039;t as used to meditation as I was. Suddenly, he shivered - and went to centaur. I watched as he opened his eyes and looked around, stunned by the color, then as he looked at his hands, and touched his face. I walked over and hugged him, then said, &amp;quot;Welcome to the world again, my brother!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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