Jared stayed in a box stall in the main barn. Daily his father brought him a ration of hay and grain. As Hereford bull's do they grow and in only two months Jared had gained 200 plus pounds. His growth now matched the new D.N.A. pattern of which he had been injected.
Daily his father came and watered and fed his son, and also tried to talk to him. Talking was a nice thing to hear but the scerum had changed the chemical makeup of the boys brain. This in turn caused loss of intellagence. The words sounded nice and calming but had little meaning to the bovine mind.
After three months of Hereford anguish at the Thomas residence John Killinsworth came to the house.
"Mrs. Thomas, I'm John Killingsworth, may I pay my respect in the passing of my good friend Jared."
"Mr. Thomas and I thank you for your respect and appreciate you coming. Oh, said Mrs. I have some things Jared would like you to have, since the two of you were so close." After a few long minutes she came down stairs and had a shoe box full of this and that's.
"Thanks, said John, and she closed the door." John being the farm manager had heard that Mr. Thomas had won a prize bull calf. So his interest in cattle he went to the barn and see this prize.
John entered the barn and looking aroud heard the sound of an animal moving in a stall. Looking in he saw a fine specimen of Hereford cattle. The calf was all bull, that is he was very well endowed.
"well there Mr. Thomas does have a fine bull, Hmmm maybe we can breed you with out Angus this fall. At that he walked ok of the barn.
In the barn a boy named Jared was floating inside a Hereford bull's mind and realized that a friend had just stopped to see him.
John went home and put the shoe box on a table at bedside. Then he went back to a long day's work.
Night comes and the young man showered, had supper, and after a little TV went off to bed. HUUMMMMMMMM, a sound in his room like a transformed going bad. The sound woke John and he sat up in bed. Looking around for what was annoying him he saw a bright blue light coming from inside the shoebox.
Opening it the buckle glowed, " Damn it the thing's as bad as a dutch rooster, waking me up this time of the morning."
As he reached and touched it the Hummm went up his arm like a shock.
Dropping it he saw it lay on the bedside. "I wish this thing could talk to me and tell me what's going on?"
As the buckle glowed a deep low voice said, "Ask a question and it will be truthfully answered, make a wish and it will be done."
John's eyes were as big as saucers, "Ahh, he thought for a moment and then the question of the year came up. What ever happened to Jared Thomas and who killed him?
JARED IS NOT DEAD ! NO ONE KILLED HIM !
"Where is he now? What happened to him then?
"JARED LIVES AT HIS PARENTS BARN. HE HAD A MIXED UP WISH, IT WAS GRANTED AND FOR A WEEK HE WAS A BLACK ANGUS BULL ON YOU FATHER'S FARM. ON RETURNING HOME HE LEFT IT UP TO ME FOR AN EXCUSE OF WHERE HE HAD BEEN FOR A WEEK. IT WAS MY RESPONSABILITY TO COVER UP HIS TRACKS. HE TOLD ME THAT BEING A BULL WAS ENJOYMENT. SO I RETURNED HIM TO HIS PARENTS FARM AS A PRIZE HEREFORD CALF. TO DATE HE HAS GROWN WELL AND SHOULD BE BRED IN THE FALL.
"Oh God, how can I help my friend become human?"