As the strong hands of nimble satyrs take firm hold of my arms I am dragged to where the Witch has dark plans for one such as I to exsist.
"You spite me young sir, I will not be spited by those below me!" said the Witch sounding so of evil intent.
"Why? Is there some reason for your great anger with me when you know for a fact the the woman with me was never innocent. She and I escaped your wrath of us living as Oxen. Now she turns on me to save her hide and you take the bait, hooker, line and stinker!" I chide.
"Stop!" the Witch screams.
I turn and smile as the steam rolls from her ears and the blood inside her boils from being made a fool by one she trusted.
"I was to make you a swine in a sty! The man you are in my eyes is only a pig! Your filthy ways, dirty thoughts, sexual depravity, this all is what a boar hog is and does. You should be and live the form and life of what comes natural!" the Witch grumbled at me.
"Huh, this is not me you discribe but it is you and the exact way your seen by others. Even as you send others to their doom as beasts, you are depravied, your hate for their sex comes from filthy thoughts of hate. If I become a boar it will then be my choice to wallow in the mire and stink of what being a pig should. Then by your wish and power will I the boar mount and hump for pleasure the sows carring not if I cause hurt since I be a beast, by your pure desire! Judge me not by those who care little, I do not judge!" said I to this Witch and hater of men.
"There is truth in what you spout, but experiance brings wisdom and then the you have not yet been a boar in the sty! I deem you to try this life I feel is so proper for men, three full moons. Then shall you return and tell of the exploits of being a boar and mounting the loving fat sows. Ah but remember this well that all those who are sows were men first!" the Witch commands as the bristles begin to sprout and this one feels her burning wrath for men.