Bob Morrison was as then a man having his portion of the world turned upside down. He stood as silent and thinking for several minutes. Bob stood with the weighty Medallion held in one hand and his other hand as petting the strong neck of Jasper, his horse.
Meanwhile the Medallion remained as silent until its new master should ask a question or decide due to the cold to as well done-on as make use of a horse blanket, as did his son.
“Ah-yea, well then Jared or Jasper, your all cleaned down low for now. I think best that I do not put up back into the corral with Mildred and Tilda. So then, and maybe as a new experience for Jared, I shall turn you as let to running loose into the pasture; and let my son have the mentality of Jasper do some lessons of teaching the manners of grazing.” Bob said, as he smiled a rather maniacal sort of a grin. “Grazing for man son should be quite an experience, and especially for him, as well you know then Jared. Your loving mother did so often need to argue with you at the dinner table about eating your peas; as you said as often, to disliking eating of anything green, well grasses are green!”
Bob turned and was about to place a head halter over the head and muzzle of his son turned horse, when he stopped and looked at the shiny silver and gold Medallion. “I best find a place to keep you away, as if by some foul chance I might use the gloves last used by some of my summertime farmhands I hire, and become then as any of them; this Medallion like its curse is dangerous!”
Bob set the Medallion down to lying on the top rail to Jasper’s stall, as he went back to adjusting better the halter placed on the head of Jasper. As that Bob noticed of Jasper or Jared, that his stallion acted as then nervous, he treading his forelegs as if impatient. As then Bob stepped away and gave an affectionate look at the stallion he then owned again, he saw a raging erection in progress.
“What now,” said Bob, as if to ask a question of his son transformed to being a horse, but in the patterns of horse body language, the state of getting an erection comes from anything an animal knows as happy, or worth gaining an arousal.
A father and farm owner stood as watching, seeing the seriously stiff male member as rising to bump then the round barrel belly and then fall back, swinging weightily to hanging from its sheath. The aroused reaction happening several times before Bob had an idea. “It would be Jasper who likes my idea for him to go and graze, as he would spend most of a day when in pasture as either grazing or wanting to mate.”
Bob clipped a rein to the steel ring on the halter and began walking Jasper toward the corral aisle and then to the pasture gate; when someone came into the barn.
“Oh Bob, have you seen or know where I could find my wayward son?” Margery Morrison did ask, as said when she entered the barn and before she saw then Jasper.
“Where did you find another Stallion that looks exactly the same as did Jasper?
He looks as a perfectly fine stud, and seems elated for the present with ideas about meeting a mare. As other than this big fellow, have you seen Jared?” Margery asked, as she had a peeved sort of facial expression.
Bob then gained a puzzled facial expression, not answering his wife, but stood there considering what to say next.
“Margery, ah dearest, as to you looking, ah wanting to find of Jared, he is, ah, I don’t know how to succinctly say this to where you would believe or understand best…” Bob the father and husband said as stammered, knowing if he blurted out the factual truth his dear wife would think he was as crazy.
“WELL, or does the cat got your tongue?” Margery said as if to humor her endearing husband to speak.