I sat looking at ths face filled in fear, "I'm sorry but I was the guard called to transfer the railroad friend of yours to the P.I.A. farm transfer point. Madame' told me of your deal with her, I then spotted you and felt the need to help in some way. Unlike most here this guard is still a person and takes compassion on those like yourself."
"You might have let me meet the old lady and still brought me to some sty to live out my life!" the man grumbled.
"Yes, and if called to transport you from Madame's theather I will be forced to do as you say. I'd like to point out that being the boar she poses is not all that bad! On the farm you are kept mostly in the pastures. Each boar has his herd and is responsible for breeding that herd. He doesn't have to fight for supremecy but goes about a calm life of grazing and mounting, heck they give you 300 sows to keep satisfied! You can bathe in the pastures pond, live outside away from the sorted smells of the barns till winter. Then be housed in the barns for warmth and kept as clean as possible. Why I've see some boars last fifteen years before they tire and begin to really fatten."
I tried in my warped way to offer comfort.
"You are one queer duck! I sit here changing to a bristled swine boar and you have the guts to suggest what i'm going to be is like a vacation. Idiot, being an animal if far from my idea of a vacation. Maybe one so warped as you could be so cold as to send people to doom as animals, but for me this is a curse! If I had a gun I'd kill the evil woman!" exclaimed the man now getting rather loud and drawing attention to your discussion.
The ferry's horn gives a blast and we are soon to dock.
"What then can I do for you if being a boar is not fantasy enough?" I asked even as I rethink my question. What a silly question and a statement of dull whit. This man want's nothing but to return home as a man since his friend is lost. I ponder what I could do as the man struggles to stand in cloven hooves and beginning to change in his face, maybe due to the arguement he had with me.
Suddenly I feel a duty to protect him from others and other patrons from the wildness he is beginning to show. As he is the man might not make it to his appointment and become the Berkshire boar early. A loss mad boar could injure children and or infect dozens before the Flux settles into his sinue's.
The crowd moves toward the gangplank and he never looks back at me but stumbles ahead. What to do?