A morning of play goat style has for Kenny the release of his cares and worries. He is as like his friend now, a mature buck of a goat. His shaggy hairy body is as much what grants him the pride to replace his human satisfaction for being well educated.
Now his mind though educated is filled with rank scents and instincts all which drive him to do their will. He is as but a puppet on a string to those inset drives that one has to feel to know, and by knowing them he realizes he is but a goat.
His belly full from trough and fodder, Kenny walks to meet the nannies today, chewing his cud as he strolls their way.
"Good Morning there young one! I see the ravages of goat life have taked the toll on your physical self!" calls out John of Merlin.
Kenny continues to walk onward toward the green pastures and those rank scents of suggested pleasures. A twist of the neck to turn his head nad listen to the voice of his protector. The words have no meaning but to suggest by his tone of voice this larger thing seems to be offering if not suggesting yet another way to walk.
"Kenny you are maybe one of my best creations! I thought you might accept being a satyr, but with the guiding desires of your friend you have got into my scheme of things." says John but he stops short seeing as if knowing that Kenny can't understand his spoken words.
"Thirteen, remember that if you can, thirteen years and if you can hold on to your human past you can have it all once more!" calls out John to Kenny as he watches a black big buck stand and sniff the rear of a nanny goat.
"Darn nice kid, he makes a good sire of a goat too! Humph, thirteen years, ain't nary a one ever made it that far as an animal and had even a speck of human integrity left to their mental self or mind. Nope, ole' Kenny you might as well consign yourself to being a billy goat from now on, oh well now back to working my needs on the farm." says John of Merlin, pleased by what he's wrought.