Professor Fuller stood by his prize student as little by little the shaggy hide covered what was human. Scott craned his eyes about as the strain showed in his changed face. Myron Fuller watched and stroked the young creatures shaggy neck in a try to offer comfort.
Mum he stood scratching Scott's neck and smoothing a palm down the Mountain goat's broad chest. He could see by the shifting eyes the agony Scott was going through as he realized his mental ability was rapidly slipping.
Actions were louder than words as the instincts of bestial form and brain eked the mind, memory, and will of the young man till after a short time it was over.
Professor Fuller watched as Scott began to nibble at the weeds growing near the base of the storage building. A few steps away were the four goats shipped to the University. Stepping to the gate he opened it and tossed a handful of carrots chunks into the pen.
Like a bolt the new buck goat ran for the tasty treat as did his fellow goats. The Professor shut the gate and turning round he went for the phone in the office.
"I'm going to call that son of a bitch Simmons!" he said to himself.