Chad realized he was in trouble if he turned into a bull upstairs. It was an old prank to lead a cow upstairs because you couldn't get them to go down. He was near Rick's room, but if he were Rick he'd have the stupid string in his front pocket. So Chad started to crawl backwards down the stairs as his hands balled up and started to become hooves too. He barely made it outside when he fell forward on all fours, and snorted.
"Chad, Chad, Chad," Rick said shaking his head. He used the same tone addressing Bruno yesterday. He was sitting in the rocking chair on the porch waiting for Chad.
"Moo?" said Chad horrified at having lost his voice.
"You go wandering off like that, some other farmer will go and brand you and claim you as his own," remarked Rick gently grabbing Chad's new horn, and guiding him toward the barn.
Damn, the cows smelled good. Chad's human thoughts faded, and he trotted out of Rick's grasp and toward the barn,
Chad discovered he couldn't open Bessie's stall. He butted it with his head and horns a couple of times, but the latch held.
"There, there, Chad, let me get that for you," Rick said unlatching the stall's gate. Eagerly Chad dashed through the opening, and with ne'ery a how d'ya do, he mounted the cow. Rick closed the stall door, and removed the partition that separated Bessie and Elsie's stalls. He trotted back to continue mucking.