Phil ran a few feet before he stopped and turned back. He couldn't leave Lynda like that! He had to stop and do something, but what?
He thought a few minutes as he watched her graze as part of the herd just a few yards away. Maybe if I get her back onto the path, he thought, it would change her back.
"Lynda!" he yelled toward the water buffelo. "Lynda come here!"
The buffelo looked up at him, seeming to reconize her name, but didn't move forward. He tried her name a few more times, but to no avail. Since that failed, Phil tried to think of some other way to get her back to the path. The path itself was lined with taller grass than the rest of the field, perhaps her could use a clump of that to bring her closer. Then again, if it was taller, maybe the animals were in fear of it. Perhaps if he ran out onto the plain as fast as he could, then shooed her back, he could get them onto the plain before he changed all the way into a part of the landscape.
The herd started to slowly drift away, so he had to decide fast!