The Field of Pure Disappointment

I am gravely disappointed in this mare's judgement, and that is not counting the fact that she could be partaking of some apples instead of my new existence. I just don't understand why somepony would go out of their way to walk to a field miles away from civilization and not bring any food with them.

Granted, for this insolent blue-coated unicorn to be mercilessly devouring me, then I must be some of the highest quality grass around.

"Perhaps I am in the top percentage of grass," I thought to myself for weeks after she had abandoned chewing me to newfound death. Nevertheless, I am glad that she only needed to consume a fraction of my grassness before she decided she could leave, as I have no idea what would have happened had my entire being been eaten.

Despite myself not truly knowing what would have happened, my consciousness perceived a slight change within itself. I felt myself being divided between two forms of existence. One of those being grass, and the other a more familiar being.

It was then that I realized that I myself am my consciousness, simply watching over the life of my physical existence; and that my attention was now divided between my corpse feeding patch of grass and a newborn foal.

My excitement over the chance to return to existing as a horse consumed my thoughts entirely, and I realized that my new horse body had squealed in joy. My tuft of grass was glad to realize that it had helped bring new life into the world, but I then realized that it had become nutrient deprived.

It seemed that my corpse had finally been completely drained by the grass I had once known as my existence, and now the grass would soon wilt and die.

Weeks passed, and my grassness slowly faded away, while my foalness grew slowly and steadily. After a time, my consciousness began to reform itself into a single entity over my newfound existence as a horse. The only issue with this is that I can't remember if I had actually been grass, or if it had all been a figment of my now childish imagination.