"I didn't come from any herd." Jared snorted. "I was a human boy."
"A human!?" The cows are quite interested now. "We'd heard of a couple of transformed humans, but they usually don't remember their past. What did you do? Cross a genie? Get zapped by a Leprechaun? Or did you offend the Great Moo?"
"The Great Moo?" Jared shook his head. "I never heard of that. I just wished to be a bull for a week. I'm gonna be a boy again in a few days."
"WHAT!?" The cattle backed away from him with obvious shock and even anger. "That is not allowed! Once you become a bovine, there is no turning back. Especially now that you know our secret language!"
Jared was startled and started to feel nervous. "I won't tell anyone, honest! And I couldn't speak bovine if I wanted to when I am human. Look, just forget it, OK? I won't even talk to you any more."
"GIRLS! GIRLS!" One of the cows was bellowing loudly. "The bull is a human boy! And he is planning to change back in a few days! Everyone, call out to the Great Moo!"
First one, then another cow started lowing, until the air rang with the sound of Moo. Jared was scared now. What had he stumbled on. And what was this Great Moo? He started moving away from the herd, only to find his path blocked by a group of cows. Turning, he started in another direction, only to get blocked again. The entire herd was forming a thick circle of bovine flesh around him, still lowing loudly. "MOOOO! MOOOO!"
And then they fell suddenly silent. Jared became aware of a large presence behind him. Frightened, he slowly turned around and saw the GREAT MOO! It was a cow twenty feet high, with udders half as big as he was. It had huge, gentle eyes and he lost his fear as he stared up into the warm, maternal muzzle. This was the goddess of cattle, the protector and benefactor of bovines.
"FORMER HUMAN JARED." The Great Moo's voice was powerful, yet soothing. "MT FOLLOWERS HAVE CALLED ME TO PASS JUDGEMENT ON YOU."
"But, I haven't done anything!" Jared was confused. He could not make himself move, or even feel scared. Somehow, his bullish mind was simply accepting the Great Moo and any decision it made. "I wished to be a bull for a week."
"YOUR DESIRE TO BE A BULL HAS BECOME A PROBLEM TO US." The Great Moo looked at him a moment, and then lowed. "I HAVE DECIDED. YOUR FATE IS..."