Turning then very slowly, Bella looked over the three who together had ruined her night of wild plans.
She first gave an evil eye at the stallion Ernie.
"Yer thar' stud, you I shall leave as yer are; nothing more be needed now, I can see yer' afrighted already," she grumped, and then gave the horse a slap on his strong muscular neck.
Bella then cast her eye down upon Matt.
Matt tried his very best to look and act as if he were little more than an ignorant male goat. He bleated twice, then with his red shaft still within the confines of his sheath, he began to urinate. He stood stiffly for a moment, then with a great amount of goat like agility he twisted his head down to let the hot stream of urine douse his head and horns.
Bella laughed seeing this very normal male goat action; this normally done when a buck wants some female to take his notice.
"Yer not that stupid yet thar Matthew, I know you can speak, and yer wits are still thar and alive," Bella making mention, as hearing her Matt raised his head from out the stinking shower.
Then her dark orbs fell upon Shanna, "Yer a cute beauty, different than the normal folk we see come to the woods. African, decent most likely, the skin has a sheen to your blackness! Yer the culprit, it were ye who gave them all the candy, but it was this Willey goat who knew the trick. So it is for ye to bare my anger, and yer not going to like what I have planned." Bella stood speaking and eying Shanna, as from the bonfire came then the other witches, they all grumbling over the loss of each one's favorite mount.