A short distance away a turned mare's head watched and wished her blessing upon Jerome. "My the urine of a mare bless the wound and blood of your foot! My Jerome enjoy part of this spell till he finds himself in a simular Hell!" rhymed David thinking of the spell's wording.
A grumbling Jerome squwished his way out the barn, making his way through the corral. And out into the safty of the big dark pasture, as he walked along. His sore foot began to go numb, he was just thinking how glad he was that it had. When his foot stepped right out of his boot, flickering the light from his dim flashlight down on it he froze in shock! Something was very very wrong, ripping off his blood stained sock. He stared dumbfounded at the dark hard lump that had been his foot! "Oh god!" He exclaimed rubbing the blood off the bright shiny. A sudden understanding dawned on him as he watched the thick roan fur begin to crawl up his leg. Looking up at the dark sky he said aloud. "So you've decided to answer my prays after all!" Quickly he stood shucking his clothes off as the change moved slowly over his body. It was painful as joints popped transforming as bones warped and shifted. His screams of agony were quickly turned into whinnies and squeals. His flashlight which had fallen from his numb hands rolled on the ground. At last it was over and Jerome stood up on all four hooves. "Hot damn now I can give that mare a really good time." Turning jerome trotted back towards the barn, the wild thoughts making jerome's equine body flush with heat...........