A flash of blue light and Norman steps from the portal of time to the cement floor of the old mansion. Taking a deep breath and letting it out as an expected sigh, Norman discoves he's still a big buck of a billy goat gruff.
Turning on his cloven hooves he faced the Traveler. "I'm still a billy goat?" he asked out loud.
"You travel to future time found your body poisened by the man of evil to which you went to visit. That poisen still flows within your blood and keeps you as the animal and goat. Your return to this time has for a tempoary time allowed your mental ability coupled with speach to return as it once was. Be warned, the instincts of the goat will surface! As you were changed of form your past change with it and the Norman Jepkema who you were is no more. A life transformed to animal is your way to live, less you go back to visit Henry and Jeb. One might be able to reason with them to let the time traveler return to his time and life as a boy rather than a buck." suggested the Traveler.
"Hey how about sending me back at the time of my twenty year retirement and see if Jeb lets me return to my humanity then?" asked Norman with good English mixed in with some bleats.
Norman stepped back into the future as both goat and boy.
Suddenly he was as before except he was much larger, a silvered gray color, and had heavy curled horns wrapped around his ears.
"Billy Buck my good and faithful buck!" called the voice of Jeb Flycatcher.
Norman looked up and with his short lived ability he spoke his mind in King's English. "Mr. Flycatcher, I would appreciate now the promise to be returned to humanity and allowed my retirement from the goat service. Please I wish to travel back into time and regain with my humanity the life I once had as a teenager." beconed Norman.
Jeb stood in awe to see and hear his twenty years of sired service goat ask for retirement.
"I'm surprised boy that you still can speak and think as a human! I'm happy to offer you your wish since we have several fine offspring of yours now working their red cocks raw with the nannies. I'll ask Henry for the reformation formula, but be warned, twenty years as the animal will leaved you a true pervert in the human world. I would suggest a total change of genus and be a bull or stallion for the rest of your life. I'll give you good keep and wanting for nothing as either!" suggested Jeb.
Norman stuck to his first wish and Jeb hooked up the two now very old drafthorse changlings for the trip to town. As Norman looked on he felt the well remembered feeling of a warm wet tongue touch his hairy
sheath's end.