Henry J. Wifflephaffer was a man of his word. Samantha feeling very selfrightous strutter alone side as they walked to the livery stables.
"I don't understand how your faith saved you from the fate of becoming a cow. My remedies and potions never failed yet and those who drank or rubbed it on all became what was to be the desired end. I see Jeb Flycatcher over there now a male ass. You can see he hates his animal body and when I'm done with your friends, I'll go help Jeb, said Henry."
Samantha was quiet and showed no remorse for sending Jeb or Henry one of their evil potions. As they entered the stable a the sound of disturbed animals' came from the dark corner. Walking toward the noise Samantha smiled as she saw her male mule friend still burried in the rear of Mrs. Wifflephaffer. "Still horsing around aren't they as Samantha laughed."
"Damn it, my wife is a good woman and didn't deserve to become some animal sex fodder, said Henry in anger."
"Oh sure and my two friends deserved to be both bull and mule because they are so kind, friendly, and stupid!"
Henry looked at Samantha for a moment, "I thought true Christians were always turning the other cheek. You seem to have become spiteful and plain mean, as he began to grin."
Samantha turned to watch Mrs. Wifflephaffer getting her fill from the mule, as Henry said "let's try this again!"
"WHAT, said Samantha as she turned and met a face full of cow consumation powder."
Samantha was again covered in cow dust and spit it out of her mouth. "Damn you I said this had not effect because I am a true Christian, I Moooooo, Ah Mooooo!"