Mr. Morrison knew the buckskin colored horse was his dear wife, she angered for being again as some sort of lust seeking animal; she so enjoyed playing cards with her crony friends.
Somewhere, she had torn her way out of a home filled with scared women, all horrified when a mature size mare busted her way out of a bathroom and wrecked the house of a dear friend as she made her escape.
Jared stood with his passion aroused, snorting and curling his upper lip at Jennifer.
Jennifer found herself back to what she once thought was a fun time; but after being again her human self, the becoming a crude pony mare seemed worse than dull!
Poor John Killingsworth, he made a handsome Black Angus bull, doing well while as a bull to increase the number of calves for the farm. He did so enjoy his strange manner of working the farm in an animal husbandry manner. He found and felt that cows were easier than attracting women, and a good bit more open about what they wished for a chosen male partner to do!
In the furtherest pasture from the main house, barns, and wranglers, John stood melting back to be again a human being. He cried for his favorite cows to come and let him do them one more time, but woe to him they saw not a bull, a young man, butt naked and wishing what he ad was real instead of lost.
All around were various people, some were friends of Jared, a few were less than friendly, but of these they found their animal selves changing. Some needed to melt back to a realistic human size, as a few less than friendly types found and realized their living as pigs in a sty was what Jaded thought they were meant to become, stay, and allowed to breed.
Mister Morrison found his marriage in ruins, a lovely daughter returned to form and lifestyle of a mare kept to be bred by such as was Jared.
He clutched at the Medallion, screaming his pleading wish for the return of wife and daughter to be again as they were human, and of Jared, he wished the stud pony would become some nut-less male Mule!
The Medallion lay silent in the had of Mister Morrison, it did not glow, hum, or offer any notion that it would do as asked.
Cursing, and angered man stood surrounded by those he loved and then did own, they being animals, beasts as what live and reside there best on a farm.
He shook his fist at Jared, the pony stallion knowing what and of how hated he was for bringing this all to the Morrison family; as well to many other families who forgot they ever had offspring.
Mister Morrison wondered how long the Medallion might lie dull and lifeless; he would wait a lifetime, seeing the death of his two beloved mares and the stallion stud that often worked his charm and tool.
An old man rocked in his porch chair, he had seen so much during his lifetime, but wished as he sat there thumb rubbing at the Medallion coin; he wanted more out of life and felt somehow cheated!
THE END