Again Jarred's thoughts melted back to the easy life of the bull he was. As night came he folded his legs and dropped to the dusty corral's earth. As he drifted off to sleep the wafting scent of his urine puddles offered a instinctive calm.
The sounds of horses waking to the new day blinked his round eyes open to the second day of his week as a bull. A slow gaze out over his domain offered the sight of a new hay pile. A scramble of still uncoordinated legs razed some dust as he struggled to stand up.
"Yum!" was all his mind could think as he quickly mouthed the stalks of sweet hay. Munching as if some other may come and snatch it from his lips Jarred chewed very fast. The dry hay was making him in dire need of a drink and after choking twice he decided to get a needed drink.
Soon the hay was gone and a bull's nose snuffed the corral for any leftovers. The sound of a truck coming up the drive seemed to suggest something to fear and Jarred stood stiff. As three men jumped from the truck they approached the corral and it's gate.
Jarred snorted and pawed the ground. The men looked and smiled at eachother. In a second tow lasso's dropped over Jarred's head and fear began to well in his mind. "I don't want to leave my home!" Jarred screamed in his mind.
The youth had on his second day as a bull lost most of his human reality. Now the thoughts came from scents and fear, but mostly fear was his biggest feeling. As the ropes tugged over his hairy hide the will of those men were winning. After some lowing and much stained attempts of escape Jarred was loaded onto the truck and tied to the siderails. The young bull strained to shake loose of the ties that bound him in a place which did not smell of home.
They talk of men was not on Jarred's mind as he struggled but with little a'do the truck was again loaded with animal and men. Down the drive the truck jostled both men and bull. Out onto the paved highway and soon at speed.
The strong breeze now was something to distract the bovine mind. As his eyelids fluttered with ears and the wind whistled in those ears he calmed again. As the truck turned into the driveway of the Killingsworth Ranch the friendly scent of cows stroked Jarred's nose.
As the men prepared for a struggle to deliver the animal they found instead a calm and willing beast. Jarred's bovine senses had one thing only running over and over in his primal thoughts, cows!
A happy and willing young bull trotted into the main pasture gate with not one turn to either side. Three wranglers watched the swinging tail and giggling balls jostle there way into the pasture.
Now the war of senses, scents, and instinctive drives was in total control of Jarred the happy Angus bull.