Chad's viewpoint dropped a couple feet as he ran. He was no longer a deer. He was smaller, and a lot shaggier. He was covered in a thick wool coat. It was so hot.
A voice shouted, "Dang it, Cletus, you forgot to shear one of the sheep. Now go get him now!"
"Huh? I sheared all 120 sheep! Oh, I see. Maybe there are 121?"
"More likely you miscounted. Now get him."
"Sure he's not a neighbor's sheep?"
"He's in our paddock. The neighbor to the North raises chickens, the one to West raises pigs, and the other all grow only corn. So I say it must be ours."
Chad was running through the mucky paddock on his short sheep legs toward 1313 Cemetery, which happened to be a two mile bee-line just passed where Cletus was standing.
Cletus tackled Chad. The ram struggled but Cletus knew his way around sheep.
Cletus forced Chad through a stile and into the shearing barn. Chad bleated innprotest, but Cletus ignored Chad as he expertly used his electric shears to cutaway the inches of wooly yarn.
Totally shaved of his wool, naked sheep Chad felt his body changing. He reached up with his hand to climb out of the barn stall where he was sheared. Cletus DNA must have triggered the nanobots again.