Two long days of wandering had Mr. Fran walking down that dirt road seeing his car still parked, right where he'd left it. The powers that be had at least granted him a washline full of mens clothing which fitted better than the pick ladies coat.
A stolen apple pie and some creek water served to keep the old man from starving as he'd lost the taste for grazing on grass.
Now his car was in sight and coming closer he saw the Tome laying open out in the afternoon's sun. Urgency seemed the right thing making him walk faster to put the book back into his ole' car.
He was just reaching for the Tome when from out of the brush and bushes came a figure. Mr. Fran turned suddenly seeing the figure on a man walking toward him and was expecting trouble.
"Mello my mood man!" said what had to be the world's larget talking bunny rabbit anyone had even seen.
Standing almost six feet tall and wearing of all things a pair of men's undershorts and a T-shirt, otherwise the creature stood there in the flesh. Mr. Fran stood up quickly holding the Tome tightly to his chest for safe keeping.
"Who, ah what are you?" studdered out Mr. Fran to the bunny.
"J...Jeff Little!" stammered out the big bunny.
Mr Fran looked at him and then down to the Tome thinking till it came to him. "You tried a spell didn't you!" he said.
The big bunny simply shook his head up and down being his ability to speak was quite limited.
"How long, I mean for how long did you spell yourself to be a big bunny?" asked Mr. Fran remembering very well his past days as a donkey Jack.
Holding up both front pawlike hands it showed off seven finger to signify as he was to be a bunny for one week.
"I see, one week, did you want to be such a monster rabbit for a week?" asked Mr. Fran.
The bunny was trying to answer and as he was about to say something his entire form shook vigorously. Shaking as he did Mr. Fran noticed the big bunny getting smalled and shorter. It happened again and again each time the bunny growing smaller and smaller till he stood not much larger than one of those monster two foot tall western states type of wild rabbits.
Jeff now without the size and or need for his clothing hopped over to Mr. Fran and rubbed his furry chin against the old man's leg.
Kneeling down he began to pet Jeff as if he was a true to life real rabbit. Jeff seemed to almost purr like a kitten feeling the touch on his bunny body. "You like being a bunny don't you Jeff?" asked Mr. Fran.
The friendly sensation of them touching was bringing on one of those lasting impressions Mr. Fran had known when standing on all fours as a Jackass. His pants began to tent out making him at least quite uncomfortable. He stood up quickly reaching one hand and wrist down into his pants, only to jerk up and out past the waistband the head of one black equine flatheaded snake.
Jeff hopped a short distance away watching this old man begin to masturbate his enormus male body part. Head cocked watching with interest Jeff would have smiled a friendly grin if it were possible for a rabbit to do so. Just watching the passion play out before him his little gem was beginning to get the best of him too.
Mr. Fran was as much stroking his shaft as he was fighting to keep control of his own body. Walking and making pelvic thrusts the learned response to those eleven female donkeys in the trailer, he had all he could do not to wish himself to become a donkey Jack permanently.
"Damn, damn, damn, this has got to stop before I get home!" grumbled Mr. Fran as by now Jeff laid on his furry back and was also grabbing for a bunny sized shaft.
It was almost an hour before Mr. Fran took final control of his feelings and made the animal part of him soften, only to be jammed back in his pants.
"As much as I enjoyed the two days and long nights I am cursed with having this bastard's shaft! Your lucky my friend that when returned to being yourself what you sport won't stick out your pants." warned Mr. Fran.
Jeff seemed to listen but was more intent of the small patch of clover growing near the side of Mr. Fran's car. It was easy to see that the young man now bunny rabbit had degraded in mind and brain size to nothing more than a common bunny rabbit.
"Enjoy it my friend, life is simple there are no rules for you just free living, and fun loving days." said Mr. Fran not that the rabbit was paying a bit of attention to him.
"Hmmm, I suspect that being a simple bunny might not offer you a long life being that this area is well populated with dogs, cats, and other life threatening things for a fat and plump bunny." wondered Mr. Fran thinking that even as a bunny Jeff would be able to die from many enemies such small animals knew as enemies.
Opening the car door he goosed Jeff to hop inside his car. The tome laid on the rear deck he was almost ready to head for home and a night with his loving down to earth wife.