Meanwhile as backing up to the English class, as the students were being shown how to create a proper sentence structure; Betty Boil’s cell phone began to ring.
Buzz, buzz, buzz,” Miss Boil, I ordered all cell phones as shut off!” Mrs. Hayden angrily shouted.
“Sorry, sorry, it must be some emergency for my mother to call me here at school, as may I please answer the call?” Betty requested, as reluctantly Mrs. Hayden said to go ahead.
“Hello, Betty here, oh, how did you get this number, really, well okay, so what is amiss? What, who, Blake, on that can’t be, he is here, he left a minute ago to go to the bathroom. Incoherent, can’t talk, only makes weird sounds, well that sounds a lot like Blake, Blake Sands!
NAKED !”
As with a scurry Mrs. Hayden rushed and grabbed at the cell phone. “Hello, this is Mrs. Hayden at the high school, I’m the English teacher, who is this…, Dan Forbes, you operate a horse boarding farm, so what about my student Blake, HE IS, where is your farm, seven, you said seven miles from this…, school; you call the police and let them take care of truant Blake!”
Mrs. Hayden was deep in thought as she handed the phone back to Betty.
“David, and Brad, would the two of you go check on our Mr. Sands, and see if he really is in the boys bathroom?” Mrs. Hayden asked her two favorite honor students to do some dirty work.
Meanwhile:
The toilet stall had become too small for holding a student in his course of transforming, becoming a grown Quarter Horse stallion.
Previous, as Blake saw his genitals grow, his legs, feet, and toes began to reconfigure. The black horse hide surrounding the stallion sheath began to spread, as in minutes had covered Blake completely. Horse fur and mane hairs were next to flourish. Blake yelped when his tail bone extended, as grew, sprouting coarse hairs for making him his new tail.
The devils had learned their trades well, as what takes a mare many months to grow a foal, it took Blake just fifteen minutes to wholly transform from one species form to another. Upset with his own brash stupidity, Blake staggered around walking in circles, his arms changing, hands, fingers merging, all forming for him new equine forelegs. As his mane flourished so did his neck grow longer, broader, heavily muscular!
He screamed of horrid pain as the devils collectively worked to transition a human head to being the head of a Quarter Horse. As with his head changed and given an equine size brain, much of what Blake knew or ever learned did fade into some vague oblivion.
With a sudden entrance, Brad followed by David both burst into the boys bathroom and each slipped on a fresh dropped road-apple, something what Blake the stallion had dropped during his time of panic.
David returned to tell, informing Mrs. Hayden that they found in the boys bathroom an all black Quarter Horse belonging to Betty Boil.