Hours of walking the roads and without food or water Randy felt drained of strength. The new extra shinny medallion flopped around his neck. The thought of making himself into some animal just to continue to live was seemingly a worthwhile idea.
Hitching a ride on the rear of a service vehicle the miles went buy much faster. As the vehicle slowed for the old unused tracks of some worthless government rail passenger service Randy jumped off. Walking the tracks is where the whole story began, he thought.
In time he came to the Pitcher Street crossing and he saw the private road to the farm. Walking down the driveway he stopped and sat down on a tree stump.
"I have to think this over, Randy said to himself!"
Off to one side of the pasture a stallion lifts it's head and with a whinnie prances over to the human sitting near the fence.
Getting up Randy pets the friendly beast and the two walk together back to the stable. As the stallion walks around the rear of the stable Randy goes inside the front of the barn. Looking around he again sits down on a wooden stool to think of giving up his human life and become some horse.
Right verse wrong, foolish against truth, he sat for a long time. The afternoon dusk of a October day brought a chill in the air. The wind was from the Northwest and blew thru the barn's wide door. Randy's atire was that of a teenager's warm afternoon clothing.