"Hey, Jude! Don't castrate him, I plan to breed him," shouted Zeb.
Swish! There was a sting, and it was all over. Chad stared up in horror, as Jude waved Chad's disembodied bull testicles in the air.
"No worries, bro, I can harvest the sperm from his testes before I tan his sac into a leather bag," Jude said calmly. Damn, Zeb was over-reacting it was just a young bull. To Jude it didn't look like a trophy bull at all.
Chad was shivering, and making the cow equivalent noises of sobbing.
"Jude, can we reattach his nuts? I need him for my - uh, 4-H project," Zeb yammered.
"Huh? Oh, well, I suppose, if I were to sew them back on right away, they might - " Jude sounded uncertain.
"I'll get the med kit," Zeb said running to the veterinary shed.
"Well, Chad, it's your lucky day, you're going to get your nuts back."
Chad stopped sobbing, and raised his head to look at Jude. He called him Chad.
"Yeah, QB, I know you used to be the BMOC at Zeb's school, but now you're part of the herd. I don't know what Zeb's got planned for you, or why he wants to stud you, but I'll play along. There is a chance that your nuts won't reattach, and begin to rot. So don't do anything stupid to put stress on the stitches," Jude warned.
"Here's the surgi-kit," Zeb said breathlessly as he returned running from the shed.
Jude had taken enough veterinary courses to know his way around a needle and suture. It took maybe 20 or 30 minutes before he was done sewing Chad's bull-hood back into place. He sent Zeb for antibiotics, and when Zeb was out of earshot, Jude leaned and whispered into the young bull's ear.