Those acursed pipes were everywhere, no matter how far I ran they were always right behind me. What ever those things were, they seemed intent on capturing me like the others. Stumbling around a corner I heard a grunt and some moaning. I stopped to look over between two vendor stands to see a couple shapes writing in the shadow. My eyes went wide and I quickly turned to run the other way. Once again I found myself in front of that damn habitat, the one where this all started...
We had been waiting on this shipment for several weeks, having finished the construction of a specil walk-through habitat for some animals coming in from the mediteranean. Someone had found an odd breed of goats on an island off of Greece. Our zoo had won the bid on a small shipment and spent some serious dough for a rocky path that the guests could get up close and personal with these critters that were supposed to be extremely friendly.
They came in large wooden animal crates, carefully transported and boy were they loud. Yelling and kicking the walls of the crates, they almost seemed to be swearing at us. When we finally were able to let them out into their new home they wasted no time in nearly running over my friend Jim who had drawn the short straw to open the hatch. After they had almost trampled him, a calmer one stopped and nuzzled him, giving him a tender lick as if thanks before exploring the habitat with his friends.
We were to give them three days to become aquainted with the habitat before letting the guests in, but on the second night something strange happened. It was an hour after sunset when all of them started bleating as if in pain, all of the keepers on staff, including me, rushed to see what was wrong. When we got there we couldn't believe our eyes. The goats were changing before our eyes, growing and twisting into something different. Their torsos grew and stretched, losing the fur and gaining muscle. Their front legs twisted and their hooves split, becoming hands. Several of them flipped onto their backs as their hips and shoulders cracked and realigned. Their heads were last, and their voices changed as the fur fell away and their muzzles pulled in to become human. The only thing left was the horns and ears of what they were before, along with a slightly odd shaped nose. Various flavors of beards adorned their chins and faces.
We all stared at them as they recovered from their change, panting heavily. Then we heard something else; music. One of them had recovered quicker then the others and had taken one of the ornamental reedflutes from the wall. Even though it wasn't real, when he blew across the openings notes came out. It was then that we noticed that they were all staring at us, all male, all with lusty grins and all with large erections. These too were mostly human save that they stuck out of sheaths and were attached to furry balls the size of lemons.
Before I knew what was happening they were charging us, and I was running. I scrambled out of the buffer doors and bolted through the park, several of the other keepers with me. And I was still running.
For some reason I kept returning to the habitat, where inside I saw those who hadn't made it out in time, laying naked with these beasts with smiles on their faces. They themselves looked much hairier then I remembered. But I couldn't stay, as tired as I was I couldn't linger here to be caught. Stumbling more then running I panted and nearly fell, catching myself on a tree. The zoo was designed to lead guests along a route that took them to key points, all filled with vendors and gift shops, while allowing a direct route to the exit in case of emergency. Why I couldn't make it out was beyond me, but it had something to do with those damn pipes. Others had been joining in progressivly and their song invaded my mind. I listened to it for a moment while catching my breath when I realised one of them was playing on the other side of the tree I leaned against.