Stella worried and stunned by the Fenton Gang and her previous Internet check caused mental mayhiem, "But Daddy!"
"Oh don't but Daddy me, I got a real problem. I've heard of that tough of bird Doc Fenton. She'd sooner kill me and have her way with both man or beast. Heck you see that black gelding she ride's so hard, well she bought him from me. A fine 33 year old gay man, who now is dominated by a mean woman."
"Daddy you can't let her rob your volunteer of his personal enjoyment. I suggest you talk with the Apothecary and see if he has any additional remede's, said Stella."
So Jeb sternly walked up the main street to the Wild West Apothecary shop. All the time he walked, Jeb thought how neat it would be to mess up Doc Fenton's plans.
"Hey there, Henry J. Wifflepaffer, I got a pain and maybe you got a remede, said Jeb with a gleam in his eye."
"What can I do for ya, I sent three youngones' down each with a different remede!"
"Look here Henry I got Doc Fenton on my ass. One of those youngsters changed to a mule. A mule but fully sexed male!"
"Oh, Jeb that's a one in ten million chance, very rare, maybe you should sell him to Wrigley's believe it or else, or something like that, said Henry."
"Look Henry cut the B.S. I'm in trouble. Can you mix up a remede to change the colt mule to a colt something else, Stella and I feel sorry for the poor critter."
Henry rubbing his chin walked circles around the shop. Looking high and low he tried to find a remede that would recreate a subject. "I don't have the froggy of an idea. I give you my best each time and this time you ask for more. Hey how about changing him back to a man and forget the whole idea."
"Nope can't, already branded him with the other two mules, he's an animal for sure now."
"Jeb I got something called Rebecca Wifflepaffer. Here dear is one of those old Greek Goddess creams. Remember you rub it on any animal and you change the sex, visa versa!"