Jeff avidly stalked the chanting of the protesters. He could feel his senses changing and had no way of knowing if the people were 500 feet or 5 miles away, but there was a new energy invigorating him, maybe it was hope, maybe it was the transformation.
"Hey hey, ho ho, Jockimal hunting's got to go!"
Jeff was getting closer he could smell hot pavement somewhere nearby. A sudden rush surged through him and a vision of a young boar came to his mind. Somehow he was connected to it, somehow, it was empowering him. With a heavy sadness, he knew his dad had shot somebody. He came back to his senses to realize the hair across his body was multiplying, he was transforming into something hairy. The process was painless but something about his father claiming someone pushed him over the edge and finished the transformation process that had started nearly 45 minutes ago.
He guessed he might have become a brown bear or something by the looks of his hands, err paws... it was disappointing to him since it means he'd be a big target and need a lot of food to sustain him over the next few days...
Jeff tested his walking ability and found that if he didn't focus on what his legs were doing it just happened naturally... when he did focus he tripped.
"Hey hey, ho ho, Jockimal hunting's got to go! Hey hey, ho ho, Oh Look! C'mon little guy. You can have some food, water and wait out hunting season with us!"
Jeff was just far enough in the tree line to still be out of sight. He watched as a goat cautiously strode across the road to a woman who was chanting and holding up signs...
"Oh honey, I know, its scary." a very grandmotherly woman said dropping her sign of protest. behind her was an RV parked in a decently sized gravel area with a large shed-like building in the back giving way to more forest.
"BAAAA" the sheep responded bounding across the road to her and making baa's that sounded like it was sobbing. the woman knelt down and comforted the creature pulling twigs from its coat and patting it.
"Gerald, Gerald we've got another one."
"Did you give it some water?" A booming voice cried from within.
"Doing so now honey." the woman produced dog dish and poured some water from a bottle she pulled out of a cooler sitting next to the chair she had by her.
The goat eagerly lapped up the water and baa'd in gratitude. Gerald came out of the RV holding a package of saltine crackers, a beast of a man, he looked to be nearly 300 lbs of muscle. His face was coated in dense stubble and his temples were gray looking to be around your dads age if a few years younger. As he walked he opened the crackers and let them fall to the ground spilling everywhere.
"Here you go little man." he held out the few remaining saltines, "We never know who's going to show up but everyone can stomach crackers."
The goat happily ate the crackers and quickly moved on to licking them off the ground. Gerald and the woman shared amorous kisses while the goat ate, and searched, and ate, and searched.
Jeff watched as the kid was so focused on the crackers that he didn't notice as Gerald walked up behind him reached into his pants, ripped off his penis which became a rifle, and Gerald shot the goat. Gerald quickly reattached his penis as fur immediately began sprouting on his body and his form lurched forward starting to shift, his face pushing out into a muzzle and something erupting from his skull before returning to normal just as quickly.
His muscles quivered and pulsated as he roared in triumph. The goat deflated seeming to loose all bone except for the skull. The man, after a minute of recovery, reached down and put the... not carcass... into the RV... A moment later he came out of the RV with a cigar and immediately began talking to the woman Jeff guessed was the man's wife. "Gerald, you may look 40 but you're almost 60, you put that out!"
Jeff was dumbfounded by what he just saw, it was a hunter's trap... that was almost him!