If I went back in the Bar I'd maybe wish to ask for some mighty brew like Percheron ale. Yet after being partially a donkey once I might ask for the Donkey punch, if just because it too was an equine.
Yet too, if knowing what will happen to me and the fact that once it occures I will never or ever see home again, well I might ask for something wild. Wild I say, but whether it be of that state of wildness like something from outside the realm of farming, this might be what I want too!
If push came to shove and without much thought right now I'd like to become as a Bull in a rodeo! Yea, I know its not necessarily wild but is a bull ever really tame? I would well kept and cared for, my every need filled including the right to breed. I ask of what else one could be if being an animal for life and have everything while being left to your dreams?" you ponder as the man who saved you once from Miranda's grip stands there shaking his head in disgust.
Your some piece of work! Not an hour or so ago I yanked what you were from being a mate to that wierd creature of a woman inside. Had I not had the fore thought to do that then you would have become a dairy cow bull for her might thrills. Now you concern yourself with the ultimate fate of returning and chosing yet to live out your life as some pungent smelling beast. A animal's life right down to breeding like an animal and rolling in the crap and dust of a corral. You must be out of your ever lovin' if you would toss what you are to be as anything like some rank animal. Why, why what mystic dream would beckon you to do as this Park would damn young fools to throw away their lives and be bestial fodder?" asked an upset friend you never thought you had.
Grinding the heel of your foot into the pavement you mind wants to respond to his questions but if you speak out one wishes not to sound like a fool.
"I suppose that the real desire to to be something I am not, or never once thought I could really become! Its like the sensual sensations of standing on all fours, the desire to be free from every possible rule in the human realm, and then too as being a male animal to have for myself those females longing for my attentions. I think it is from that last part which deems me most to be what I was not meant to be by higher powers. It is my way of personal rebellion towrd something that has placed me into this life and the situations I must live and do. It has to be from one's own personal hell that I or the others might seek to be cursed, damned, and sent to slavery as some beast of burden. It is a fool wish of someone not tried or tested in life to wish for something which others have died for and wanted to risk all so that nitwits like me can toss it in the can and flush away our futures. Yea, it is from the untested one's in life that they and maybe I too, would ask to become as what those who fought and died for our freedoms will think us unworthy of their sacrifice! Now let me go in the from door of the Bar and stand at the bar itself and then ask for what anyone sane would consider as stupid to do again." you grumble at the idiocy to act again without conscience for your own well being.
The man eyes you for that one spark of brillance which would give him a grip on your own self preservation. But look and try to see that small piece of wisdom in you he can not stop you from shaking his hand in friendship and then turn to walk back to the bar's front door.
"Wait, I'll go with you if only as to be your personal mentor and try to persuade you to think and see what one will lose by becoming as a animal!" announces the man.
The best friend you ever had now stands at your side and the feeling of his friendship begins to disturb your odd desire for being willing to accept the Park's bestial damnation. His hand on your naked shoulder he walks at your side as the two of you step out of the alley and into the open street for all to see.
Men gawk, women there cover their faces and turn away, those fool enough to bring there the children born to them cover young eyes. You are left naked but as the fact of this no longer bothers you as from those short but all too real times when one was becoming either donkey Jack, or bovine bull.
Stepping inside the front doors of the bestial Bar you are greeted in a courtious manner by the headwaiter as he sees yet another ready to be led to the slaughter.
The two of you are shown to a booth which covers some of your personal nakedness. A sensual formed waitress comes to ask for your drink preferances, her self being that of part pretty woman, and the certain body parts of a Zebra.
"Can I get you something from the Bar?" she asked.
You look at your new found friend and then into the dark brown and large round eyes of the waitress.
"Something of the rodeo bovine type of beer for me!" you announce almost with pride.
She writes it down and turns her face to your new found friend. "And you Sir?" she askes.
You look at him as if to see him be bold and maybe join you in your fantasy of desires.
He holds a plastic holder which advertises the drinks available at the bar. He is silent as the Zebra lady waits patiently for his choice as like yours it will be his last.
"A milk shake!" he surprises you and the waitress too.
"Any flavor, or do you have a preferance?" she asked witha kooky smile.
He thinks for a moment not wishing to give her the choice less he be maybe one of my cows worthy to be fucked till he is crosseyed and his vulva is sagging.
"Chocolate Gorilla with one raw egg please!" he replies.
The Zebra waitress giggles and writing it down returns to the bartender for to give your final orders in life.