When Bryan tried to focus, he felt dizzy. Whether is was from his new multi-faceted eyes or the fact that old man Peace had hauled off and given his tiny fly body a powerful wallop he wasn't quite sure.
"I can't believe that ol' geezer turned me into an insect!" Bryan thought, beginning to realize he should have just done Peace's bidding and fucked a few cows.
He twitched, and his new wings lifted him from his position amidst the dirt and scattered hay. He flew in wide circles around the interior of the barn before he alighted on a spare leather saddle. He smelled something fascinating, and in automatic fashion his new fly mouthparts descended and "tasted" the salty leather of the saddle. The weird insect proboscis pumped vigorously to imbibe the salts that had been left in the leather by the last rider to use the saddle.
"Ugh," Bryan thought, dismayed by his insect body's tastes.
He flew again and soared into the rafters and the barn's hay loft. He found an enormous blanket spread over some of the bales of hay. Scattered near the edges of the blanket were some empty beer bottles. He flew to one of the bottles and his insect senses sensed an attractive smell. The tiny fly crawled through the neck of the bottle and used its weird mouthparts to suck up some droplets of stale beer.
He marveled that tiny hooks in his "feet" allowed him to crawl over the curved glass of the bottle, which loomed as large as the barn had appeared to bull Bryan before his reduction into bug status.
He felt hungry. A few drops of beer and sweat in a leather saddle hadn't done much to curb the sensation. Bryan wondered what the hell do flies eat?