I win the lottery and bring my husband to pick up a long awaited prize. She is a beautiful chestnut filly, full and Arabian in the cheek. Her seller offers me a ride before I pay and I accept, leaving my husband behind. We walk through the woods, slowly, my thigh close to her side, and then build up speed, first cantering and then flying at a full gallop through wet trees, past streams and stones. Suddenly my steed takes a misstep and falls to the ground, taking me with her. She writhes in agony and I can see that one of her hooves has become twisted. I place a hand on her warm chest, it is heaving and wet. I feel her heart racing under the skin when she begins to change. Her color runs, until she is pale as milk, and her hooves change to hands, and feet. Her tail disappears, and her muzzle shortens to the nose and face of a beautiful woman. Her eyes, still deep and equine plead with me, she is naked and afraid, and we are alone. We lay on the ground for a moment and she paws at her newly formed ankle, making strange grunts, and whinnys. I take off my coat, wrap it around her and help her to unsteady feet. As I lead her by the reins, we begin the long walk back. I wonder what my husband will say when we take her home; I have waited for her my whole life.