The Madame Illusia

Enough

Hung hefty like the typical male draft horse but by the quick hand of Madame and her sharp knife; he who was a stud is then suddenly a gelding.

"Sex has no further meaning for you. Do you wish to continue as you are, in mind as a human who will always remember what he lost tonight? Or, would you prefer and allow me to finish the change and grant you the contentment of having equine ignorance?"

The profound memories of his animalistic conquests remained fresh and vibrant still in his mind. A muffled snort as if he sighed, pondering the problems he as a wholly human and rational thinking being might come to face, would he rather then be dull of mind, ignorant as are other beasts? Try as he might, he could not quickly make up his mind and give an answer to Madame's question.

Enough then, Stephen, do take this stallion draft horse and deliver him to the auctioneer!"

Madame said, her tone of voice a bit disturbed by the lack of a quick deciding of the man now a horse, stallion and worthy a stud.

A short wait and soon then a truck came, men reined the stallion, led him up and into the stock truck for a trip to where he would stay until the month ending auction of farm animals.

"Time then to stand, wait, and consider what is his future!"