Chuck stood on all four shaking his head and whinnied at the top of his lungs. Stunned and ready for conquest his plans fill to the ground as Marcia gained her senses.
Running in a long circle Marcia came near the pasture gate and Mrs. Ranskin.
"Too close dear, very close! Had he entered your vulva and parted those lips of sex your future and fate would be sealed by the Spirits. Come I'll put you in a stall for the night. I've seen coming trouble and this scenerio is rapidly putting a tare in the fabric of time. If I don't change you back, the Spirits might find a way to have me in that pasture too!" she said with a little fear in her voice.
Marcia was all too happy and followed the Lady into the stables. The sound to a horny and alone stallion echoed the valley.
"Here, in here and stay the night. I will ready Sassy for the remute of your proper forms at noon. I belive this will get things straight for you and Sassy. Then I must make plans for Ely Kazan, Charles Robinson, no Robertson, I keep mixing him up with a thief that came looking. Oh he found a treasure allright! Walked right into my spell and named his fate, 'Piggish for money' he said. Well he's piggish anyway and one of my best sows too! It's odd looking back on the number of boys and girls that ran away from home only to turn up here and find a new life. The number of travelling salemen and women who came on the porch only to sleep in my barn. Thinking back over these past thirty plus years those young and old thieves, vandals, and nogood's who came looking for something and found a life of service to society. Hell, this farm would make a good rehabilitation prison for so many and me the Warden, Ha!" the lady rambled on.
One word rolled over and over in the thoughts of Marcia during that night, "Paranor...nor..Normal back to normal !"