Charlie was even more thrilled with the changes happening to his body. He now felt as if the goats were part of his family and he as one of them too.
His tail grew a little becoming as Fall moved on to Winter. As the chill touched the air his coat of hair thickened and was changing this time from just straight hair to curlly goat wool.
He played with the goats having learn their favorite games. His sheath jiggled and shook when a ran and jumped bounding for pure fun over logs and rocks. A since of wild freedom was taking shape within Charlie's mind. He'd learned first how to survive in the open. Then as his desires built his body took on more and more the shape of his goats. Now he stood as one of them his body with the coming of Winter was totally covered in wool.
As did his toes change and became hooves so now had with the coming of his second Winter found his hands to change too. As if blessed by the sucking of goat milk direct from the udders Charlie had found a place to live where he was really accepted.
It was early Spring and Charlie had by this time become both in form and almost totally of mind a billy goat gruff. He stood high on a hill when again approached the Sheriff's car. He watched with a strange sort of interest, yet with himself a goat his hope of return had long been forgotten.
Again as it happened some two years past another youth was released into the grasslands as a sheppard for the sheep and goats. The Sheriff gave not a care whether the boy lived or died there. He had left others and thought they had died from starvation or the coming cold of Winter.
"Your here to take care of the sheep and goats, a sheppard is your handle now I suggest you learn to care for them! I leave you with enough food for one month. As when it runs out you had better learn to live oof the land or consider how to die. In four moths I may return or maybe even longer it matters if we have another overcrowding situatiuon in the jail. Just the same your here so I'd suggest you get with it!" ordered the Sheriff.
Terry stood as did Charlie watching the Sheriff's car turn around and drive off leaving him there, and alone.
High on a knowl stood a larger than common billy goat. It was Charlie and he stood there laughing about what this new one might find or learn of life.