Thoughts and memories of ox life were fresh in my mind as she stirred in her sleep. A human again, I wanted to find our way home and not end up in another farm scene.
Getting to soft human feet the cold marble floor gave me a chill. I walked to the window and found true enough to be again in the Witch's castle.
I turned to the lady I'd met and made passionate love to upon our return but she was now gone. I searched for her, but wandered not far from the bedroom less one of the Satyress find me out and I be captured or worse.
Returning to the room I looked for something to eat, drink and brush the bovine tartar off my teeth. Indeed since my change to a bovine the taste in my mouth was so awful one could not discribe.
At last I sat in the window ledge as the door to my room opened to the Witch herself, two perfect female satyrs and needless to say the woman I made love with the night before.
"That's him my Queen, he made me do it!" she witnessed to the Witch.
"What say you there?" asked the Witch.
"A passing fad, she's nothing more!" I replied just out of spite.