What was left of the human Richard D. Campbell's mind did it's best to get out of the house, and head toward his brother in the flesh.
Walking, trotting, triping, then trying all over Ric took a long while covering the mile to the Morrison farm.
8:45 P.M. and the sun just setting Ric reached the fenceline of the horse pasture. The height of a colt donkey and the eyesight itself, Ric could barely make out horse forms moving around. The animal instinct actually helped the young donkey to find his way into the pasture.
He trotted around sniffing the air for that jenny, his new mom and a warm teat for dinner. 'BONK, as he hit the ground, looking up to see a donkey colt with his cock hanging looking at his face.
Words, in his mind, "Ric is that you?"
"ahh, yea this is me ...now."
"Hey a Demon goat with big red eyes came to me this afternoon and told me you had decided to join me here, thanks dear friend, said Josh."
"Well, Ahhhh, sure I thought we could have fun together, lies and he knew that this was home for T E N years to come.
"Come I'll show you mom and we can have supper, thought Josh as Ric's mind heard it." The two colts lively bolted to the waiting jenny and taking turns had a warm supper.
As supper continued barely did either colt look away to see Police cars going to and fro. The Campbell family's son Richard and the Spencer's son Joshua were missing.