Jarred began to walk toward his friend at a very slow pace. As he was still about twenty yards away he did what is not natural for a bovine of a bull. Folding up his hind legs he sat on his flat but and dropped his cloven hind hooves in the creek. Mooing, he sat wiggling the hooves as if to cool down and relax.
John stood with hands on hips and watched this almost human act. Walking closer to the bull he talked softly and tried to be friendly. Suddenly he stopped, out loud he said, " Only Jarred Thomas sat like that when I fished. He never cared for fishing but just liked to relax! Now here on the range comes a bull and sits down like Jarred, very strange!"
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cel phone and dialed the Thomas farm. "Hello, yea this is John Killingsworth can I speak to Jarred please? What, when, any word from the police? I'm sorry please keep me posted, I'll call if I see him, yea, OK, bye."
Jarred had disappeared, no trace of him and the police were checking everywhere. John's imagination was running overtime, "Jarred has disappeared, this bull shows up on the boarder of our and their farm. Now I'm fishing and the same bull strolls up, takes a bath, and no sits as Jarred would soaking his feet, this is crazy!"
John walks very slowly toward the relaxing bull. Finally he stops just a few feet away as the bull continues to play in the cold creek water.
"JARRED IS THIS YOU" John spouts out loud!
The bull turns his head slowly to face John and with a bullish bellow he nods a yes!
John trips over his cowboy heels and falls on his young butt. "Noway, your a ignorant bull, said John!"
The black Angus bull still looked at John with big brown eyes and shook a definate NO.
John sat looking at the bull, his thoughts running in circles.
Jarred feeling better and relaxed leaned toward John and relaxed on his right foreknee. Being originally left handed his other foreleg reached over and in the dried clay dust scribbled a shaky H I J O H N
B U D D Y .
John scrambled to his feet. "Noway, no, no this is not possible! Jarred disappeared, your not him your a bull!"
Jarred again started kicking his hooves in the creek and Mooed a funny tune.
John kneeled down next to the bull and fingered the long hairs atop the crown of Jarred's furry head. "Jarred how, how did you become a bull, John asked?"
Jarred turned again and wrote, "B U C K L E ______ M A G I C ____ I N ___ M Y ___ R O O M____ G E T ___ I T___"
"Get a buckle in your room, at your house. go and get it? Why, asked John?"
Jarred was becoming tired of heavy human thought and pushing his animal self to the rear. In mental pain he wrote, "N E E D___ I T ___T O___ C H A N G E____B A C K ____S O O N E R__"
John had a mission and was ready to get to it. "Hey Jarred you stay near hear while I go and get it, don't leave here or you might get tied up with our fall roundup, OK?"
Off John rode to help his best of friends.