The love and respect Mason Dixson had for his two Belgian draft horses was to be the partial cause for his demise. He layed on the large exam table unable to move. The thoughts of Hopper's words about his beloved children and their ultimate and final changed forms angered Mason.
Anger caused stress, thinking about the unjust changes thrust upon Andrew now a bull, Jason and Bret now rams, and now himself to become a stallion. Himself Belgian to be the sire for some line of hybred horses, to keep the pile of money flowing into the Foundation's big pockets. All Mason's thought's registered on his face and made him grit his teeth.
"Good my big fellow good, your thoughts of hate betray you and help the D.N.A. Flux to do it's work on your physical changes. I was corrected that the total change of your form would take three weeks. In fact due to your age the changing will take much longer. The boys youth and their growth spurts were arranged by the Flux into one spurt as an animal developes. You are long past that time of growth and must be moved across to the new genus more slowly. The estimate of final confirmed stallion form is now six months. This longer time will allow the retention of all or most of your human intelligence. However the abilities of human speach, calculation, and written words will not be part in part of the equine brain. Indeed Mason as the final horse you shall become I'd say you would be as an Einstien' compared to your fellow creatures!"
A injection in his arm makes Mason drift off to sleep his new body along.