Franky got dressed as Frank Sr. watched and talked with Sid.
"Well the story or our Father's wand has bridged the generation gap!" said Frank Sr. looking not too happy at a son with sheath, testicles, and penis of a Welsh stallion pony.
"Cool down, I warned Franky of any new romps with a mare and he's a gelding pony for sure!" announced Sid.
Franky looked up and into his dear Father's face, "Sorry Dad but I have a personal appreciation for what happened to those four men. Your Father thought he cursed them, but in fact they might have got the better end of the deal. If they became Percherons, then as draft horses those wagons were like toys! I've spent just half a day as a pony stallion and the strength I felt and enjoyed was more than wonderful, it was a thrill!" stated Franky.
Frank Sr, turned with a grunt and stormed toward the farmhouse.
"He'll get over it, but you need to promise! Promise to stay clear of sexual pleasures with mares, I mean it!" said Sid with a stern face.
Later that day Sid and Matt said their good bye and started down the counrty road toward the highway. As Father and pony Son talked it was Matt who noticed it first.
High on a hill in plain view of the highway was a sign annoucing, "BOSTON BOB'S CIRCUS"
Sid stopped the car and quickly wrote down the town's name and date when the acts would be seen. In a corner of the billboard was a note about "Blackie the Wonder Pony" Matt looked at Sid, both astonished.