Marcia was a little upset to see her car stolen that quick, here out in the sticks. She turne toward her mission and the proof needed was in the white, wooden barn.
Sneaking into the barn and climbing a rope to the hayloft she sets up the tape recorder and waits for some action.
Her wait was short as a fast car boiled up the stone driveway. Marcia knew who it was, Chuck Robertson. The car pulled close to the barn door as the man climbed out slowly. Shutting the car door he walked directly into the barn.
"Hey Chuck!" he called out loud.
The Oriental stud turned and gave a loud whinnie in return.
"I'm getting used to this form, it's not all that bad. I'll exercise and bulid the muscles. Oh, I want to thank you for finding the body transfer ring, nice, very nice!" said Chuck's body with Ely in control.
Just then Mrs. Ranskin burst into the barn and started to argue with the insurance man's body. "You got no brains coming here with that Caldwell woman poking around."
Ely took hold of Sassy Grey a young Welsh pony mare and then reached his hand with the transmigration ring out to Mrs. Ranskin. "Shake the hand of a new man in a fat old man's body.
Marcia leaned out with the microphone to capture the conversation. Suddenly her balance was gone and down she came on top of Ely. A blinding flash of light and the Welsh pony mare started to kick and buck a round.
"You stupid fool now I have another problem, but you Ely, you are on your way out of my life and for good!" Grumbled Mrs. Ranskin. She raised her arm and pointing an index finger loaded with silver ring, she said, The beast you were is the form, but size is wise and a draft Shire shall you be! Take your place, gelding!"