Though shaking with terror on their thin legs, the farmers do their best to look as grateful as possible. Then, the farmer stammers:"Baaa-but my liege...together we'll produce way too much wool for own consumption or even sales, what shall we do with the excess wool?" You rub your chin and say:"You raise an excellent point, peasant. Therefore, your daughter shall be the provider of the wool and you will be its seller on the market." Once again, you zap the farmers whose hands and feet spontaneously start to turn into cloven hooves, quickly sinking deeper into bovinity. His frame become very small and thin, carrying a growing head with a square snout and floppy ears. The farmer lets out a nearly inaudible "baaaa" at the fear of his current transformation, finishing up with a long tuft-ended tail and a now almost invisible nipple dots near his groin. He was now in the same boat position as his sheep wife, standing on all four hooves with his head at low level. Now having acquired the form of a white horn sheep that before he could do the first thing he could think of, their daughter rushes in to see two sheep and asked how they got here. The two sheep repeatedly gasped at this sensation. All people in the crowd looked on with fixed gazes as they saw this newly-arived peasant girl leading away the two formally known farmers who were now turned into nothing more then sheep to the new heard...you just grin and proclaim:"alright, which one of you is next?"