Ben's thoughts were being clouded by the still new and over powering urges of his goat body. The lusty urge for sex had by this time become rather ordinary, it was a thing only as a response to a scent and not an act of wild desire.
Grazing had become his prime urge and the differing taste of one grass to another soon led onward the goat instinct to eat just everything in sight.
Weeds, flowers, grass, tree branches sticks it didn't matter to Ben. His size grew even larger as his demeanor became even more docile and willing toward just plain lazy.
It was one morning when from the encampment came two hearty young satyrs. A noose about Ben's neck and a short tug had him walking with them to the gate leading out their glade and back to the Park.
At the gate was a wide eyed pair of men and a stock truck. As the two satyrs took to fondling each other Ben was loaded aboard the truck. The Driver called to his partner but recieved not a response. He got out and looked around only to see him with the satyrs walking the trail into the satyr glade.
"Come back here you young fool!" hollard the older man to his friend.
"No, no they're taking me to see a wild sexual sight, just wait I'll be back soon!" the young man yelled to his boss.
As the three rounded the tree line of Laurels the one satyr turned around and waved the driver to leave. The driver stood there shaking his head as he lost many a young helper to the Bacchannal Glade before.
It was for Ben a new adventure being a hearty male goat riding the cargo area of that stock truck. He saw the sights although they meant little to his thought patterns right then. Even when the truck pulled into a drive of that farm Ben was to spend a lifetime living and making nanny goats happy, he too smelled the rich scents of those willing female friends.