Feeling weird, tasting some last thing your bullish body had eaten was bitter and rancid a flavor. A sniff of farmyard air told much as to the quality of life while residing in a corral. As a meandering fly decides to walk up inside you right nostril, the sensation of it about drove you to bellow, as instead you snorted and exhaled out the pest.
Anxious moments after the bull life essence had walked away, he living inside what was and had been you bodily self. Anxiety begin the bony tail to swing, it slides over what on a human never sees the sunlight, but on a bullish butt, it is there for all to see.
Memories of the red Angus bull you traded to become, photos of them pop up and comes then a time for comparing what might be you, and what really is this different form you are housed within. So much of being an animal and standing on all fours, no hands to use, only cloven hooves to trod upon the ground. Turning away from being near the fence, you begin to mingle with those your your new species. It does not take you a long while before you understand that cattle are very vile, their ideals about hygiene are next to zero.
Huddled together into a mass of warm bodies and fur with bony tails, one swats another, as tails rise and green vile slide is rained down along you hind flank.
Hurriedly, you move away to a safer distance from the herd. You are the herd bull and as such the cows and heifers tend to follow their leader. Much wandering begins as the herd goes along and the bull, you becomes frustrated, wanting for some space and time alone to try mentally to deal with what is your lifestyle.
Something continues to be a bother. As from when you made that foolish wish, your love of Star Trek might well have sealed your fate to going insane. Recalling that you asked to be a bull for one solar day, your line of thought was to be a bull for an earthly day of time. Instead, if made to stay a bull for one solar day, it takes the sun some two-hundred-and eighty-nine earth days to make one full revolution. Golly, that would mean as for three seasons you would be a bull, and worse, acting as a herd sire and need breed with what, some hundreds of cows, O.M.G!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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