I laid there all tight up into a small curl as my nose hurt and toes with fingers did tingle.
"You be good for my farm and we let you go home some day!" says the voice of some elderly woman.
"What is happening to me?" I asked.
"You be a fine big bull very soon!" she again replies.
"A bull?" I asked in dull minded wonder.
"You be bull calf first, then graze and grow to be bull for my cows!" she tells me more.
"Will I know what I am?" I ask as some fear of losing what I was and am came to mind.
"Oh sure, you know what you are but being a bull you do as a bull does!" she explained a little.
"I feel odd!" I remember saying.
"You feel one hell of a lot odder' when a calf sucking the teat of a cow!" she laughs ad tells me more.
"I would like to go home, please?" I asked feeling a building agony of fears.
Laughing, "No Sonny you are home and here you shall stay for many a year to come! A bull for my cows, the sire of many calves, your desires change as instincts come and with them what was you is made bull. Body, mind, and lifestyle you be a bull, but I know down deep that silly human is there watching and feeling shame for acting as only a bull might." she says making you aleady feel bad about living as a bull.