Phil didn't want to wait for Judy's murder of Carrie. Turning to run for home Phil wondered what excuse he could give for a disappearing act like this.
Almost home Phil heard sever fated words, "Halt, put your hands behind your head!" the Cops.
A cold vinyl squad car seat brought a chill to Phil's terror.
Once at the Police station and after being booked on a charge of indecent exposure he was given his one phone call.
As Carrie answered her celphone Phil began to talk.
"This is Phil, don't hang up I need your help please! I'm at the Police jail and their booking me for running about with no clothes after...Ahh you know! I need a favor, in five minutes they will transfer me to the jail block, Please make me a donkey again if just to get me outa' here, please?" begged Phil cupping his hand over the phone.
Carrie thought for a moment and the agreed.
As Phil waited outside the Police station back door he could here the muffled whinnies of the Police mounts kept for patrol in the city park.
As the two Policemen talked and munched their donuts they turned to check the prisoner.
"Gone, He's Gone," Yelled the Officer.
The two Policemen ran out into the darkness searching for Phil. After the alarm had sounded and several more Officers joined the possie, no sign of the prisioner could be found.
"Really Captain, we were on the back steps awaiting the transfer van when he just disappeared. We all searched the parking lot and stable but only found a lone runaway stallion and no prisioner!" pleaded the Officer.
Near the stable in the corral now stood a handsome stallion. Phil plodded about delighted in his escape and thrilled with size of his cock. The mares in the stable whinnied at the rich scent from the Morgan stallion prancing about with an erection.