"100% Real Sheepskin," Chad read. There was a tiny folded up pamphlet too. Chad unfolded the 1 inch square pamphlet and peered at the tiny print. Most of the printing was in foreign language. Chad's eyes raced through the alien texts until he recognized English.
It was about the care, breeding, shearing and slaughtering sheep.
Chad had just started reading the English section when the paper slipped from his grasp as his fingers fused into a sheep's hoof. He looked down at the wooly stubble covering his body. His torso is becoming barrel shaped. His hind legs ache from supporting his body weight. He drops forward onto his hooves. His skull throbs, his horns grow rapidly.
"Go Rams!" a voice cheers.
"Baaaa!" Chad beats.
"You're our new mascot, Chad! Your wool is growing in fast and nicely. You may be ready to shear tomorrow morning. Then your wool will be spun into yarn and woven into my and my teammates' gear."
Chad grunted and lowered his horned head.
"Don't even think about it stud. We don't need a live ram as a mascot. You could easily be barbecue, if you don't behave. No one knows or would guess that you used to be a man."
"Baaaaaa?" Chad whined lifting his head and looking up into the human's eyes.
"Why?"