The mares and Chuck were set free into the pasture as Billy finished his work mucking out the stalls. At last Mrs. Ranskin rand a chime which signaled Billy it was morning breaktime.
Billy joined the lady of the house on her long front porch. The pitcher of lemonaide and ice with a plate full of her special Butter cookies was a welcome sight. Billy plopped into a rocking chair and quickly downed two cookies. "You know Mrs. Ranskin both Kazan and this Chuck gut are real lucky to have such a sleek and neat pony body. I would love to be a pony some day if you ever can work it for me!"
"Why Billy your not happy being a growing boy?" asked Mrs. Ranskin with surprise in her voice.
Another two cookies and a gulp of lemonaide, "Oh sure this is a fine form you gave me! I bet to this day that William Gunthier wishes he'd never tried to break in here, how many sows he got now to fondle and play with, six?" asked Billy.
The lady smiled, "No fourteen sows and many new piglets on the way. Yup I think once he got the hang of it..." Billy choked as he started to laugh. "Oh Billy, I mean once he figured out what was expected from him, he settled in and made many new friends."
Billy smiled as the sixth cookie went down the shute. "I wasn't bad as a boar, but now I can do so much more, that's why I like coming here to help with my friends and even William. I wonder to the day if he ever understood all he lost when I became him and he became a hog?"
Mrs. Ranskin looked on as Billy returned to his duties in the barn. "It was a good deed I did for that young boar when he exchanged bodies with a boy on the east road to prison. Billy will enter college next year and in time marry and bring up happy children. Oh I hope he thinks of me here and lets those children come and ride the ponies." she thought to herself.
As she cleaned up the breaktime lunch she smiled at the memory of a travelling salesman which happened to the farm about one year ago. He was a funny sort of a man! Chubby, round faced and very happy of the sweeper he tried to sell that day. Yes he was so happy to show me how great his sweeper worked, took a bag of black dirt and tossed it over my carpet. Then he put the attachments, hose, and brush on the sweeper and looked about for a plug. He looked so upset when I told him my house did not have electric outlets. He stood looking like one of Lacota's victims just before they popped into their new form. Dropped down to his knees and began to brush up the dirt by hand. I watched him for half an hour before setting him down to be questioned.
He was alone in the world, parents dead before he turned two. Adopted, and returned to the children's home because he wasn't slim and cute. Now a salesman working his butt off making next to nothing. I looked at him and asked if he would be interested in a new job? Oh how he jumped at the idea. Took him outside and over to the loading pen we use for shipping out Lacota's pregnant girlfriends, told him to kneel and pray for his reward. The poor guy did as he was told! Yup slipped over his head the Halter of Obediance. Turned him into the nicest Shorthorn bull. He was dazed by his change and stood being very quiet till the facts came to his degraded mind. Yup I did a good deed for him and got a free sweeper to boot!
The sound of a whinnie turned her thoughts and as she gave a look to the pasture Chuck mounted a mare again.