I traveled with a group of gypsy's in a covered wagon drawn by two extra fine draft animals. I thought to myself how these poor people could afford such fine horses?
Five days I rode on the tailgate of the wagon. My butt longed for the end of each day. We traveled to a small village of Huteriet on the boarder with Iraq.
At night around a blazing fire the men told of wierd happenings in the hills to the south. Stories of sheppards tending their flocks and coming home looking ever so much like one of the herd.
Terrified men telling of sons that came home growing hair, ears, tails, horns, and their maleness changed to be akin to sheep or goats.
The boys unable to remember how or when the change came about.
I scoffed at some of the stories, saying just wild stories and bunk!
As the meeting broke up an old wiskered man came to me, "Come with me to my home tonight and sleep in you can!"
I agreed and we walked several blocks to the outer edge of the town. The man spoke not as we walked. Then as I entered the stone cottage he called, Jon, Jon, come to Grandpa!"
A curtain moved slowly and stepping into the fire light was his grandson. The boy seemed affraid of me and approached slowly.
"Show this man your new body parts, boy!"
A robe dropped to the ground and my eyes said all. The boy about tweleve stood on cloven hooves replacing his toes. boney feet and hocks a strong thigh and flat buttocks. All his lower self covered in goat like hairyness. The hair traced up his grion to a goat sheath attached to his belly. A stream of hair ran from his tail up the back to his shoulders. There in branched out and cover his neck, up the back of his head and over nice pointed ears.
In a loving way I patted his head and suddenly pulled back my hand as if burned. A needle like poke drew blood from my palm. Looking close two small horns budded from his forehead. Sharp they were and my hand bled quite a bit.
"How did this come to be, I asked both man and looked to the boy."
"He doesn't remember, He went to sleep and in the morning hair was growing. It took a week before the horns came and a month later he looked like now."
I took pictures of the boy and asked many questions.
As day broke I joined the gypsy band and thought about what I'd seen.
Over the next two days I asked more questions and made up more stories on my still bleeding hand.
We stopped at a missionary station and visited with Wilhelm and Mary VanSolten. I asked strange questions about odd things. So many questions I was asked to leave the mission.
In the wagon I lay that night, both hand and head ached. Finally I got to sleep, yet dreams of attack and being attacked made me jump awake several times.
About five in the morning as the animals sturred in the camp I walked to a small creek for a cold bath. Undressing I slipped into the cold waters of a mountain stream. Surprised, I felt cool nut not as cold as expected.
I splashed around and felt cleaner. Then a pain as if someone had cut me in half from head down through me to my feet. I stood motionless for I don't know how long. Till I heard voices coming close and I jumped into some reeds.
The people passed by and I walked across rhe creek to my clothes on the other side. I reached for my shirt only to stop and stare.
My arm had a thin covering of black kinky hairs. My finger nails were black as pitch. I remember looking down mt legs and view my feet, but then I must have passed out.
Somehow I fell back into the creek and floated down the stream for a mile or so. It was dark before I awoke and pulled myself up on the creek bank.
I laid quite awhile before sitting up. My eyes watered as terror filled my mind. I looked at thighs, legs, feet, hocks, and cloven hooves larger but simular to the boy I'd seen.
My face felt stiff and I rubbed it with both palms. "Oh God!" My palms were hairy, as arms, shoulders, chest, belly, and groin. Oh my groin was very different than before.
A balls sack grew furry and long holding two apple size balls. A hairy sheath grew up my belly to just short of the navel. Hair, black kinky hair was in fact wool. I looked at hands covered in one inch thick black sheep's wool.
Fingers, dark skinned and nails now blacker and squared, covering the whole end of each finger.
I tried to speak my thoughts only to hear my words slurred. I rubbed my face and found rubbery lips, thick and furry. Teeth, lips, cheeks, jaw, all seemed very sheep like in form and feel.
I rolled over to get up and found quickly that standing upright was nolonger possible for me. Legs bent as hind legs! Arms seemed shorter and my body was totally covered in black wool.
Laying back down, mind in circles I could not place one thought with another. Morning came and I lay looking around my mind in a fog.
Suddenly I heard a friendly voice and saw Zolton holding a rope around my neck. He talked loudly to someone else. "Come, come see the fine black ram I just caught. He should make many lambs for our flock!"