[ WP ] You wake up in a stable and a horse starts talking to you . You think this is the strangest thing that 's ever happened to you , but then you see your reflection .

`` You know what they say!'' 
 `` If you walk like a pony, talk like a pony and look like a pony, you are probably a pony'' said James. 
 
 `` SHUT UP'' I yelled back. 
 
 James was a sleek brown Shetland pony with thick luscious hair, unlike most pony's this was slicked back into a strange comb-over. Also, unlike most Shetland pony's, he seemed to be able to talk and I did n't like the sound of what he was saying. 
 
 He was telling me that I was a Pony. Which was ridiculous. I'm not a Pony I thought - I am Stephen, I have a job, I have a wife, I own a Jet-ski. I knew Pony's most definitely did not own Jet-ski's. 
 
 Ok, so something was clearly amiss. I was, undoubtedly in a stable, in my own pen adjoinging James's pen and I did feel something I can only describe as … a little hoarse. 
 
 But I was n't going to listen to this nonsense, neigh. I was a full grown adult, who must of … hit his head somehow … or had some tragic horse-related accident. This must be nonsense. I stopped to listen to myself, I was listening to a pony talk. Pony's most definitely do not talk, not outside of children's cartoons. I must have had seriously hit my head I thought. 
 
 So, like any rational adult would in this situation, I screamed and shouted. James stood by rather patiently. However a few minutes later his patience began to ween. His voiced cracked, his soft buttery voice suddenly the texture of boots over glass. 
 
 `` OK LOOK HERE YOU LITTLE SOD'' James Barked. 
 He went to the corner of his pen and dragged his water container over to the divider between our pens. 
 `` LOOK AT YOURSELF'' he said defiantly. 
 
 So, like any rational adult would in this situation, I looked. 
 
 Ok, ok, ok. So I did n't adjust very well to this new reality at first, can you really blame me? I do n't really remember the first few hours, but imagine a Shetland pony crying, a lot. It's a sad image is n't it, well that' what happend. 
 
 I'm still adjusting now O.K, but I suppose I'm mostly over it. 
 
 I mean, there are plus sides to being a pony. The diet is simpler. I do n't have to struggle in on the tube. James is teaching me how to give tantric massages. Things are going to be alright. 
 
 I do miss the Jet Ski tho. 

