A four hour drive across the wide open country side of the big sky country. Montana, a place as yet unspoiled you know why Thule picked it as his best and most private place to work.
Then the Limo turns into a fourlane roadway as you pass a large pink granite stone having the words "Thule Foundation - Animal Husbandry Laboratoy - Doctor Ultima Thule a private estate"
The vehicle drive on and on along four rail high PCV fence pure and white. The fences hold in one then two or three, a herd of Buffalo, and assorted other large types of animals. You pass a building made of concrete having tall steel barred windows and large steel cages enough to hold dozens of special orders.
You travel now around a long sweeping curve as the road makes its way past a race horse training facility. The property lookng like Churchill Downs but with only a small grandstand enough for maybe a hundred guests.
Sweeping past super green pastures one seeing large draft horses, and in othe fenced pasture is Palaminos, or Halflinger ponies. You remark to the driver how wonderous a place this is but after saying it twice your remarks are brought home by him turning his head for you to see.
Dressed in a proper suit and tie, black hat and polished shoes the driver removed his hat showing two horns protruding out his head. They were the horns of some kind on Goat! He seemed proud of them and tweeked one with his finger as if telling you your soon to be like he, or worse.
The Limo slips by more but you sink into the seat wishing there was some possibility of escape.
Looking out you right side window the mansion is coming into view. It's huge and looks bigger than the Whitehouse in Washington, D.C. Pillars, six of them hold up the four story high porch roof. You sit there in awe of what this man owns and has attained in wealth.
As the Limo passes a final check point a guard peers in the window looking you over and asking the driver your name. He checks his clipboard and then waves your Limo onward. It drives now slowly giving you more time to drink in the sights.
"Louis!' you yell out the Limo window seeing the young man being escorted from a Hellicopter to a building near to the landing area.
He didn't hear your yell and is welcomed inside as if a special dignitary or simular.
Then for the first time you see coming down the white marble steps from his great house's porch a man looking pudgy and somewhat queer. His black rimmed cokebottle glasses demarked him as some sort of bookworm. He almost waddled down the steps his fat gut hung out over a belt drawn tight about his waist. You laugh softly as he's wearing tennis shoes the laces untied and filthy from being walked on constantly.
"Welcome, welcome, we are happy you would come and see what I have here in Montana!" says the Doctor his voice jovial.
You get out slowly as a hundred feet away comes a man leading a stallion horse eager to run, frolick, and who knows what?
"You see one of our best, a volunteer! I get a few now and then, oh like on the plane Mister Louis J. Jeffery only she wanted to be a male horse not a mare. A perfect in form, wild of spirit, a Lippizzaner now even better with a human mind and college education! She, he is going to be shipped soon to the Stallburg Imperial Stables. An enhanced stallion having his maleness lengthened to a full twenty four inches. I know she/he will do us proud as he likes himself now and looks forward to an exceedingly long lifespan as a prime stud. The human life span is three sore and ten years according to the Bible, I have extended the equine lifespan to equal that and if kept healthy a good while longer he will live a stallion king's exsistance. Now come we can have a drink on my porch and then dinner later." tells and then offers the Doctor making one feel as a real guest.