A shiver of cold air makes the Doc shuddered and hug his chest tightly. He yawns and rubs his eyes knowing the taste of having chewed cud for the past ten days.
"What!" he says out loud seeing his beautious bovine form gone and the middleaged man he was seated in a corral naked.
Standing up the other cows there take little note of him being he smells like they all do. Tears well up in his old eyes as passionate memories flood his mind's eye, remembering ten wild days as a bull!
Now he was back to what he was, human, naked, and responsibile for his every action.
In the barn he found work clothes and took them to cover and warm his naked self. Then he needed to know where he was, being that having become a bull left him wandering to wherever he'd been these last ten days. a farm bill of ladding made him stop, look, and shake his head in disbelief.
"Double G Angus Farm!" said Doc to himself. He read the bill it told of a sire bull delivered to the farm there at Tiffin, Iowa. It was himself as that bull being delivered and sold for a breeding bull, he sighed wishing to be once more that prize winner of a sex machine.
"Hey you there!" yelled a man as Doc looked up, then turned and ran!
Out the side door of the barn, threw the muddy mired corral, and over the pasture fence, Doc ran for his very life.
A pasture as wide open as one could get, flat, a mile long and fenced with electric wire. Yet he ran as only a scared man can till he was far enough not to hear the man still cursing by the gate.
Huffing and puffing for his wind he stood for a moment and then took to running. Run, run, and run some more he thought good and hard of his past ten days and all the fun he'd found being and living as a simple common bull. Thoughts of an easy life it was what some men crave and Doc being just that age was ready to retire, and soon.
Oddly as he ran the mind pictured the Tome of Possibilities which lay still open on his dining room table. He could almost read the words of the spell and thinking as he ran they began to come with that strange and easy remembered rhyme.
Again he inserted his name, the breed this time and then the limit of time. It was at that point he thought only of his short fun times as a bull and inserted the wording, "Till ready for Market".
Legs fumbled up and he tripped himself falling forward and slamming face first to the ground.
Hands, he felt hands touching him and his desire to run and escape was gone. The scent was a friendly one he knew this and had no fear of what was happening to him. Doc laid there watching but not moving less he might cause someone injury.
"Can't say how he got out here unless it was that nutcase that let him out of the corral." said a man's voice.
"He looks sound enough, just untie his legs and let him stand!" said yet another and nice smelling man.
Rocking himself to a laying up position Doc scrambled his legs and stood snorting and looking back down the length of black hairy body.
Instantly he knew he was again a black bull. A low toned moo and he sniffed at the one man like a puppy with his owner.
"Damn if he ain't a tame one, boss!" said the first man.
"Tame yes but one of the best bulls I've seen let alone owned! Let him go, he'll wander back to the barn and corrals by himself. He's got a lot of work to do and I'm betting we will have our best sire here for many a year to come!" announced the nice man.
Doc mooed again at the thought of remaining there at ease and free to be this bull. Like his neighbors they too lost all reason to care for those human trappings, he as they found what few ever find.