The trip back to Texas was nearly as boring as the trip to Kentucky a few months ago. There was a cute mare next to me in the trailer, but she was rather arrogant. Not that I myself am not arrogant. It's just not very conducive to friendly conversation when you're traveling a long way. There were several extensive awkward silences.
In any case, the human in charge of transport was reasonably well-versed in basic horse care. He did occasionally provide us with water. The quality of the hay wasn't quite what I am used to, but I digress. When he did finally remove me from that awful contraption, I was pleasantly surprised to find myself back in the Lone Star state. I had a lot of time to study license plates during the ride and gradually picked up on the increasing Texas drawl radiating from the various gas stations where we stopped, so it wasn't a complete shock.
I must say that when I took my first deep breath of fresh air, I began to feel rather coltish. The transport person handed me off to some other two-legged creature who led me into a pretty little pasture by a small lake. I was positively giddy.
The humans once believed in a god named Thor. I believe that name fits me far better than the ridiculously juvenile "Top Secret Mission" that I was handed at birth. So I shall only respond to that name from this point forward.
I hope that you have enjoyed the first excerpt of my little tale. If properly addressed and respected, I shall be back to tell you more.