As Melissa became involved with her daily life, her need for her pet buck dwindled for a time. Jeff though a goat and often acting proper to being an animal first and of what he was born a human, became as his secondary personality. He being the prime buck sire to the farm goat herd kept him busily enthralled with the sensations felt from breedings. Jeff too became overly infatuated, as he ignored the concept of time spent in his life while living as does a male goat. As his lifestyle became entrenched toward being a buck goat, his ideals about bodily hygiene his mother taught him tended to fade from his thoughts. In the rankest essence, Jeff the goat became Jeff a goat, he more an animal and thinking little of his few fun times when sleeping with his Master.
The warm days slowly faded into the fall season and onward toward the colder months, as the first December that Jeff was a goat found him with his herd, they living all huddled together to keep warm. It was a cold as clear night when Jeff gained a time when his memories surfaced, he thinking of when he thought of snow and the cold as something clean and having beauty. As he walked away from the huddled herd, he found a place where he could stare skyward, as his limited sight saw only the very brighter lights, stars really.
Jeff sat there on his flat furry butt on the snow covered ground, he being alone for the moment, as without any females to sniff or offer him a distraction.
As without any distractions, Jeff the goat had time to think and recall the life he had before his foolhardy mistake. He could recall the vague faces of two people, they as friendly, but different in how they cared for him from how his Master and Mistress showed her caring ways. He remembered he had a sister, though the thoughts of her were of someone terse and spiteful. He recalled of times similar as then in his life when the family he belonged to as a part of a smaller herd, got together and enjoyed what they had.
"What they had," Jeff needed to think about the word had, as it meant to him of an ideal dealing with sexual domination, he being a goat and animal. He pondered the word of "Had," as what his past herd or family did have as a warm and always comfortable place to live. As Jeff thought deeper he felt a desire to cry as bleat a mournful feeling of woe. He was not warm and feeling comfortable. Jeff felt the cold, he chilled through his thick coat of fur to feeling the harshness of nature.
"Baa-naa," called Jeff as his bleated cry did echo off into the darkness of the night.
It was then that Jeff the goat realized he was alone! Alone as a lost person living in the embodiment of a furry animal, he a goat and he was reminded about it by his smell, and the sensation of his bare anus compressed into the snowy ground. "Baa-Maa..." Jeff cried a second long bleat as his mind chased a fleeting memory of someone he knew as Ma!
Thoughts then prevailed as a collection of vague memories, of fun times, of family, and warmth of the season. A warmth not of feeling warm, but a sense of togetherness, or cherished times when the family gathered and Jeff felt happy. The word "Christmas" entered his thoughts and it meant enough to have Jeff try to smile as if a goat could smile from a feeling of being happy.
"Christmas," a word to Jeff, but it held even to a half human mentality of a buck goat as if something great and worthy to think of as thinking back about what was had. "Had," was what Jeff knew and had but a fond memory of times when he and his family meant something more than of sexual domination. "Christmas" was of a time when all alive should take time to remember and feel for others, to cherish and give to those who have less. Jeff looked up into the black night sky and had a wish, a thought, a hope, that someday...