Even as I walked back to our cottage the pondering thoughts of what I'd just seen ran through my mind. I'd witnessed the demise of my only son! As if what I and others who came here and help out as part of our rent staying on what we all thought to be tranquil place to retire.
Instead we or at least Sid and I have discovered this place to have a dark and sinister Man and woman being plain evil. Yet it is my son who trying to be a good and carring person sought to alert Frank at least to what he thought I had a problem.
Wondering, how would I know my son if I saw him again? Hopw could one Hereford bull be any different than another? Does my son have any special markings so I could pick him out of the herd and approach him? Then too, would he now having slipped the bonds of being human and accepting his sexual place in Frank's scheme, would he realize I was his father?
A distant bellowing of some bull feeling triumphant over a conquest turns my head. I look to down the road and my home and cottage with Mary, then look toward the distant pasture. He was out there, my son now alone and finding his world lost to what he had been remade into.
Changing direction I headed that way stepping along more quickly I had a purpose to my walking. A good distance from the dirt road which went to the cottage row of retirement living, I soon stood peering over the cattle fencing at a sizeable herd of Hereford and Angus cows.
Walking slowly along the fence I tried to spy a young looking mature Hereford bull. The cattle soon noticed my scent and heads raised from grazing to watch this odd creature who walked near their pasture fence.
"RICHARD!" I called out like in days past when calling him from playing and to come for evening diner time.
Again and again I called his name out wishing and hoping he'd hear it and remember yet who he was.
The entire herd began to move my way and what hope I'd had of contacting my son again seemed gone.
Then from the rear of this mass of huge cow bodies came a bellowing moo. Pushing threw his herd came this fine formed young Hereford bull. The cows parted with his coming jumping to one side or the other as the magestic male moved toward me.
Even standing on all fours my son now a bull stood almost head to my chest high. He oggled me and tried to lick me with his thick bovine tongue. I was foolish enough to think he knew me as something more than a man there to offer feed to the herd. As Richard stood there his actions were to say the least totally bestial and bovine.
Seemingly taunting me as much as I him wishing to regain his friendship this bull of a son lifted his tail and crapped there as he stood eyeing me by the fence. He stepped to stand broadside to the fence allowing me a closer look at what was his and my too a heritage of my line.
Never before had I seen up close the male sexual parts of a bull. Richard maybe feeling his past love for me stood there acting and reacting as would a bull. His tail rised up as then from his red and white furry belly mounted sheath came this light pink shaft. Wrinkled it was at first and flat ended the organ was total bestial and any human shapes were lost to bovine form. I saw his two huge low hung testicles, enormus in size compared to a human and without a doubt they produced sperm in pints.
I stood there so engroused with his revised new male self that I caught myself beginning to knell down and thinking of touching it.
He looked directly at me and bellowed his thoughts of me and turning he walked out into the pasture. I knew then that he had lost his own self, his realization of what he was born and having tasted the bestial life, now accepted what he was as a bull.
In my mind I knew there had to be a way of stopping Frank and his mad insane plan for making money.