"Uugh." I moaned, becoming conscious from my dreamless sleep from the sound of... birds chirping? Wait, what? Not the scratchy sound of the intercom, or the footsteps of fellow inmates or gaurds, but birds chirping? Uugh, maybe Jack hit me on the head worse than I thought, I'm probably hallucinating from the concussion it caused. Yeah, that is probably it. Still, I might as well wake up fully and get off this soft bed. Wait, how the hell could that plank they call a bed that is in my cell soft? Okay, there is definitely something wrong here. After laying down for a few more seconds, wondering what kind of weird prank someone is pulling, I open my left, eye which should not be as swolen as my right and-

     "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" How the hell did I get out here!? I am in a feild of grass, with a clear blue sky, and as far as I can tell, I can feel,the ground below me as if I were completely naked. "WHAT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!?" I scream, starting to stand up to get a better veiw of my surroundings when- "OOMF!" I fell down to all fours and... not feeling hurt or jolted, or anything in the slightest, as if I haven't even fell in the first place.

     In fact, I can't really feel the pain from the fight from yesterday. I raised my hand up to feel the bruises and- "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I scream, fearing the thing before me, "What! The! Fuck!? My fucking hand! What in the hell is WRONG with it!?"

     My hand, It was a smooth, round, oarnge, cylindrical lump. And when I move my arm, it moves instead. I fear to look further down and- Oops! I just looked down, seeing an orange, furry arm attatched to an oarnge, furry body. My oarnge furry body. I did the best thing that any sane, calm, and rational, person would do: I panicked.

     "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HOW THE HELL AM I AN ANIMAL!? HOW THE HELL CAN I TALK!? what the fuck!? WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT!? THE!? FUCK!?" I couldn't stop myself. It was too much. I just, I cried. I cried for the loss of my sanity, I cried for how I would probably end up as someone's weird, oarnge pet, or ending up being poked and prodded with needles in area fifty one. I cried for the endless losses, and the endless gains. I just cried and cried and cried.

     After what may have been minutes, or what may have been hours. I got up, and tried to see if I couldn't walk, and get some answers. I first tried walking with my back legs, as would have come natural to a human, but I was not human at all anymore. Then I tried walking with my front "feet", scooting along on my ass.

     Eventually I made it to a nearby puddle and looked at my reflection. I could not believe it, I looked like a horse. A miniature, huge-eyed, talking, horse. What's more, as a huge example of Irony, my fur "coat" was the same oarnge as my prison jumpsuit, while my hair, or should I say mane, was as black as the ink the displayed my ID. My eyes were as vivid of a green as they were before. Well, I'm no expert, but I am pretty sure I don't look like a normal horse, I have seen a picture or two of a horse before, even back in prison. Although they had a near naked woman riding on, or standing next to them, because they were in a pornography magazine. Still, I never seen a horse with eyes this big, or any animal with fur that was a vivid oarnge. So, if not a horse, then what am I?

     Oh well, that is a question for another time, If I look like a horse, I might be able to walk like a horse. Getting off my oarnge ass, I started moving a leg forward, putting one "hoof" in front of the other, and I... tripped. falling face first into the ground. "Fuck, walking is harder than I thought it could be." I mutter while getting up. Trying to come up with a different method a sat down and- "do I smell something sweet?" I really did, it,smelled like pie. If pie weren't a bland husk that should have never been put on this earth, even as prison food. I walked over towards where the smell was coming from, my nose guiding the way and- Wait, what!? I was just, walking! I wasn't thinking about how, so much as where. Namely, towards the pie, and now that I am trying how to figure out exactly how I am walking, I tripped, and fell, again. Okay, don't think about how to walk, just do it. Don't think about how to walk  JUST DO IT! IT'S WORKING! I am finally walking. I can just smell the pie on the windowsill, I just need to reach up and take it. Grabbing onto the pie, and transferring it onto my back I started walking back to the plain I came from. Laying it down, and now that I am done with that, wondering how the hell it was possible for a horse-like creature to grab onto a pie, put it on their back, and walk all the way to a clearing before setting it down, without dropping the pie throughout all this. I ate, burying my new muzzle in the pie like the animal I have become, and oh boy did it taste good! I don't know if it was because of my new horse tongue, or the weeks I have spent only eating bland slop, but I could have sworn that this pie, was the best pie I have ever tasted in my entire life.

     "EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKK!!!!!!!!"