Strange passions touched Rick's mind. He had suddenly and maybe from his rapidly changing head the desire to graze just like George. He watched his companion and took up the challange with odd ease. He quickly found grazing to be a simple desire which lulled him into a half sleepy state.
It was much latter when his stomach had filled with grass and weeds. He felt so full that being hunched down to eat suggested now he sprall out and let the sun bake him into a deep sleep.
The changes started by George were making enroads on Rick's human frame and form. His skin warmed by the sun was turning a deep brown colr while from this new toned skin grew brown hairs.
Rick's ears chaged with ease growing out long and pear shaped. He snored as he slept the throat taking on bovine changes as were one stomach changing to be one of four.
Dreams of bovine life danced in Rick's head as grass and clippings did there work on his body.
It was late in the day when Geroge wandered near mooing Rick awake.
The herd was on the move and Rick felt he did not want to be left behind. He looked at George who twisted his great head backward mooed again and again suggesting Rick get up and follow.