The definate fact Dan was not at diner that evening had his parents a mite concerned. Kat was silent, but her lack of opinions only spurred a distrusting Father to ask her many probing questions.
His questioning was coming awfully close to the truth, and kat being a self loving little bitch, wanted nothing more to do with Daniel or his fate.
A twirl of her wand and the spell was cast as if in marble.
Kat's parents loved their only child, and from that night they treasured her more than anything they owned.
Meanwhile, a brown horse whinnied his horror at all around him, Daniel remembered his parents, and of Kat.
Memories were dear to the lad, but with his transition of species, there came instincts. The instincts were like rust on a steel plate, they wore hard on Daniel's young mind. His memories began to fade as what was sensual over road his past; giving him to indulge in things someone of hie years might have kept a distance for some time to come.