Karen's bleats caused her to turning her head quickly, first to look at me, as then to look toward Terry, and back as forth doing it the same several times, and with each turn she yelled a loud, as bleated, "Maa...!"
"That was the last of you, as now you are a Ram sheep. Karen, I feel sorry for your cursed self, I don't know what more anyone could do, with the exception of that guy, John Bedford.
Well, as everything here is just the same, the petting pen gained a new animal, a Sheep!" Terry so stated, as his culmination of the sad events caused me, Charley the donkey to bray, and bray again loud-like. The brash nerve of how inconsiderate he was of Karen and her situation, Terry stating, calling his previous helper an animal. Even if she was, and as much me, but I had become accustomed to being a donkey, for Karen becoming both male and a sheep, she needed time to accept her plight.
Terry began his brushing my body fur, as much ignoring then Karen as she fell to standing then as on all fours.
Terry finished with me and led me to the petting pen, he did Peppy next, and led her out to be with me.
As then from inside the barn I heard Karen bleating wildly, she obviously revolted for being treated as are us animals, she not used to having her body wool brushed, and in her case, Terry put a yellow tag as punched harshly through her right ear.
Karen was poked and prodded with a sharp wood stick to driving, guide her into the petting pen.
Terry said nothing to either Karen or me, but he acted as if changed to a harsh attitude toward us for being as animals, as if we chose to become as animals!
And so our new day together began, as the restaurant manager took note as to the petting pen had gained a sheep. I overheard the manager give praise to Terry for his adding a sheep to the petting zoo pen. Karen heard the conversation too, and she bleated, like everytime Terry came close to the petting pen fence.
I noticed that Karen was watching me and what I would do, especially when I might stray far to the back of the pen and empty my bladder, whether or not my cock hung out of the sheath or stayed only slightly visible. And so, that was about all of Karen's first full day of her being a male sheep. As at bedtime, Terry put me in my stall, and led in too Karen, who he tied her lead rope to the manger, to keep her with me through the night.