Bob asked his best friend to come along today but he called at the last minute due to an emergency at work. So Bob took off for the Zoo.
Once in the main gate many exibits and brick trails stretched off into the distance. As Bob looked over the zoo's map he decided to start with the normal and work his way to strange.
A white three rail P.V.C. fence suggested the entrance to the American Farm Living Exibit.
Opening the tall white gate he was quickly met by a boy dressed in farm coveralls, a straw hat, and sucking on a piece of hay.
"Howdy thar sir, my name is Roy! Please come with me to see our Farm Living Exibit. First I wish to state, the brick pathway is for your protection. Please do not stry from the pathway. Please do not try to feed the animals. Please do not molest the animals in any way. Please do not talk, speak at, or converse in any way with the animals, it might upset them and cause you a problem!"
Bob gave a knod of his head as if to agree, but thought the rules to be strange.
The front pasture had a group of Halflinger light draft horses grazing and looking quite lovely.
As they approached the big red and white trimmmed barn the fence shortened and tightened for the small herd of very wooly sheep. Bob stopped at this point and looked over the fence down at the large ram. A male sheep he must have been 250 pounds at least. Big curving horns rolled over his head and curved under his flapping ears.
"Wow he is a monster for a sheep," said Bob.
"Yea Sir he a bigone' all right, him a little too friendly one day and one of the ewes had him as a mate from then on," said the boy.
Bob looked at the kid and thought he was taking his hayseed act a little to serious.
The fence got shorter and much tighter as the walked near the hog pens.
The boy pointed to a boar in the middle of mounting a sow. Bob had never see this before and stood for a moment watching the session. As Bob stretched to see the sight of tattered clothing strewn about the grass near the matting ritchual.
"Did someone get injuryed out there, I see some clothing all tore up!" said Bob to the thin hayseed guide.
"Naw just what's left of that horny sow I imagine! Some girl nodoubt went past the security fence. Now she will stay out there, since she was infected if she touched a hog," said the boy as he turned to walk away.
"Whoa, wait a minute! You telling me that if a person stepped out there and touched a animal then they become the animal?" Bob asked.
"Yup that's how this crazy place got it's start. Don't need to much capital for breeding if the stupid and foolish want to get infected and become part of the Zoo's property," said the boy as if he didn't give a care.
Bob thought this place now sounded more like a funhouse rather than a zoo. The two walked along to the barn. Inside the pathway went down between the box stalls. In the stalls stood a large Halflinger stallion, a large red Hereford bull, a Arabian stallion, a group of Shetland ponies, and black Morgan stallion. Each of the stalls had a sign stating the breed and gender of it's occupient.
Bob stood at the main door to the barn and looking behind him saw the boy standing rather far away.
"What's wrong?" asked Bob. "Why stand way over there?"
"If yer' go'in thar I don't want to get touched by any of them! Man would loose him self and join those poor bastards!" said the guide boy.
"What the Hell is this damn place, cursed?" yelled Bob.
The tone and volume of his voice made the animals get nervous and begin to kick and stir.
Suddenly from a sound speaker in the barn's ceiling came a voice booming loud. "Security to the Amaerican Farm Living Exibit, Security arrest the angry man named Bob!"
Bob turned to see the guide boy on the run back to the main gate.
Now Bob was getting worried, wierd rules, cursed animals, hayseed kid, security wanting him arested and for what?
Looking to his left he saw two black suited security men running from far down the brick pathway toward him. As he turned to the right a second pair were interviewing the boy guide at the main entrance, and kept looking his way.
Bob was beginning to wish he had stayed home today. Going the only place possible to hide or get away from certian arrest and fines, Bob stepped into the barn.
Walking hunched over so as not to allow a touch from a animal, if perchance the curse was real. Working his way down the long bricked isle he wanted to get up the far ladder and into the hay loft.
A last the ladder and loft offered a good place to hide and time to think about how to get out of this zoo.
In the loft he was able to see the security guards pointing and talking but not too eager to enter the barn. Bob stood on a hay bale and reached way out to see out the front of the loft's window to the brick pathway below.