Paul stood looking right and left, he wasn't all that thrilled at becoming a boar hog. True enough the touch of his sheath sent wild passions through him like nothing he'd ever felt before. Yet once he stood on all fours, with cloven hooves and no hands the thrill of touching would be rather limited.
Ladies, Paul had never married but liked being around pretty women. It was the scent of the farmer's sow pens that ranked Paul's nostrils at that moment. The mind was made up, he'd rather sing tenor and still be with pretty ladies than snort and rut with stinking sows.
A turn to the left he marched down the short road to Doctor Palmer's.