Zeb started the engine and drove the animal cart home with Chad in the back.
Chad was famished. He had never been so hungry. He wolfed down the cow feed, and chewed vigorously.
URP!
Chad blinked as he began to chew his cud. He had processed two loads of grain in his first stomach, and now was digesting the first chewed cud in his second stomach, as he third stomachful of grain was being processed by the first. His mind was no longer focused on eating. He looked around at the sheet metal enclosure. There were openings and he cold see houses and cars racing by as Zeb drove away from the school. He felt really powerful, and serene. Chad slowly began to get angry. He swallowed the second cud, and began to eat some more grain. He seemed to be thinking slower since his nose and jaw had pushed forward away from his face, but he remembered who he was or who he used to be. Horns pushed outward from his skull. He envisioned himself goring Zeb, or maybe not?
Chad finished the grain and was pounding on the metal wall of the trailer and shouting.
"MOOO! MOOO! MOOORE MOONCHIES!"
In the driver's seat, Zeb could hear the mooing and pounding, and chuckled, "Guess, he's not in shock any more. And from the sound of it, I'm guessing bull. Can't wait to see what kind."
He stepped on the accelerator. The farm was just up ahead.
After he pulled up to the corral, he backed the trailer up to the gate. Chad wouldn't be going anywhere. Zeb opened the back of the trailer after laying out he ramp. He stood on the fence rails, so he could escape Chad's noisy wrath.
Chad came charging out on all fours snorting.
"Toro, toro!" shouted Zeb from the safety of the other side of the heavy board fence.
Chad turned and ran straight for Zeb.
"You're only going to hurt yours-oh, shit!" said Zeb because Chad had stood up still running. He stared at the massive half-bull, half man who was vaulting over the fence toward him He had never even considered the possibility of a minotaur. There was no such thing, right? Or maybe there had been and they were extinct? Or maybe he should have tested the formula before using it on Chad? Maybe the minotaur was a transitional state for the bull or horned-cow Chad was evolving into? After all only a few hours passed, and the transformation was supposed to take days.
"Say, Chad, cowboy, you look uh-great!" he gasped as Chad pinned him to the side of the barn. Hot breath breathing on Zeb's face, Zeb kicked his feet uselessly, Chad had lifted him off the ground and was holding him against the barn wall. Chad's eyes expressed fury. But Zeb was still unharmed. Maybe Zeb could get the upper hand again.
He raised his hand slowly and began gently petting Chad's shoulder the way he calmed other cows.
Chad raised an eyebrow.