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// Preparations and Small Scale Tests: 5 
// Story: Streaming, Unintended! 
// by Ponyess 
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My first assistant had managed to secure a small set of mice, for a test.  I guess that's a good start?  Of course, I don't know if they would do us any good, but trying on mice first, is research tradition, and minimise the risk of human lives, as they were to argue.  Who would protest the use of mice, if it saved as much as a single human life, or prevented harm to come to any one human?

I know, the reasoning does sound fairly shallow and hollow.  Many of the tests, performed on mice, and other animals as well, are redundant, and sometimes even worse, they may not just fail to prove the point, but the animal in question may have suffered, for no reason, whatsoever.  What if the animal wasn't even relevant to the process, or if you knew it was to harm the subject of your test?

Now, I guess it would be interesting to see, if the test would actually work.  I can't expect an unending line of people, who are willingly putting themselves up for my test, taking the risks, for no good reason, even less so, without at least the compensation, firstly up front, and secondly, after the damage, or price had been exacted?  If it went wrong, they would have to be compensated.  Simple as that.

Naturally, I'm the sole individual, who can never take part of these experiments.  I am responsible for what happened and how the outcome is to be.  I may regret it, or be forever thankful for it, depending on the results.

I don't think my sister is regretting anything right now, but it may be that she just refused to complain, or the effects hasn't started to bother her just yet.  Who am I to say?

If this turns out well, others may be very happy about it.  It is up to me to realise the benefits that may come out of all of this.  It is a burden on me right now.  I don't know if I enjoy it.  The one thing I do know is that I am not doing this for any rewards, monetary or otherwise.

Since I had a small group of medically, physically and mentally healthy mice in my care, set up for this test, I am prepared to get the first set of tests started.  My sister had also managed to secure a small set of dolls for the experiment, equal to the number of mice in my first test group.  With that, I can get the experiments going.  All assuming the original equipment will work more than once, that is.

Next question is how to go about testing this on the mice in my possession.  She had chosen a set of dolls from a series of ponies, much like the one given to her.  My assistant had then polished each and every doll carefully according to the description of the original doll.

In the end, I had chosen to have the first of the mice unconscious, just in case, sparing her the experience of the change.  She would simply wake up in the form of the chosen pony, rather than the mouse she had originally been born as.

From what I understand, the dolls are the group of friends in a show for little girls, named 'My Little Pony'.  The first six of these dolls will go into the first week of tests.  How they will be affected by the choice of doll, I have no idea, as of yet.  Though the assistant told me she quite enjoyed polishing all the first six dolls for me.  I guess there is a touch of nostalgia in her experience.

Unlike the first time, the dolls are not smaller than the subject, but rather the same size.  The mice in my first batch are all six inches in height, just like the chosen dolls.  If it changes anything, I have no idea, but figure I will learn of it, before the week is at an end.

My assistant had just injected the mouse with a doze, holding her as she went out like a light, just as was expected.  She had been careful, not to over-doze.  Rather erring on low then high.  Since we are not going to perform any surgery, there should be no pain to the mouse, why risk her life on an over-doze.

About half an hour after the mouse had gone under everything had been set up, mimicking the situation as best I could, from the incident with my sister.  With the exception, a mouse replacing my sister since I can't use her twice.

As I was back, checking on the result, the mouse had already changed into a miniature pony, the same size as she had been as a mouse.  The following five tests went exactly the same.  Each and every mouse turned into a small pony.

My assistant had made a preliminary examination of each and every pony, before moving to changing the next mouse into a new pony.  They all appear quite healthy, by any and all standards I could come up with.

Luckily, we had used a drug that could be timed down to as little as ten minutes.  Two hours later, the first of the little ponies came to, slowly rising to her tiny little hooves.

“They all appear to be as healthy as they were, when you picked them up!” I pointed out.

“From what I could see and feel, they are as healthy as you could hope for!” she responded.

“I guess it is what I had expected, but you can never know before you examine them!” I suggested.

“That is exactly why I have to call in the University Veterinary.  These may be the first of their kind, but going by known standards, there it should be possible to make out, if they are suffering from anything, caused by the experiment.  I will place the call!” she pointed out.

“I'll feed them, while you make the call.  Good thing ponies and mice doesn't have conflicting diets!” I pointed out in response, smiling to myself.

While she went to the phone, I picked up a few carrots, slicing them before placing the thin slices on a plate.  Once I had placed the plate before the ponies, they soon started to nibble the carrot slices, just as I had expected. This should keep the little ponies busy for a while.

While they ate, I picked up a small apple, slicing and dicing it. Placing the small apple dices on a second plate.  I slipped the plate in, to the ponies once I was finished.

From there, I picked up a small bag of vegetables, mainly various kinds of salads, just green leaves. Shredding them into mouth size chunks for the ponies.  Slipping it into a small clear glass bowl, before I placed it into the habitat of the ponies.

For several minutes, I just looked at them as they moved around, while enjoying the first meal they had been served.  Apparently they had a good appetite.


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