Ring, ring, "Hello, Professor Simmons!" said the Professor of the same name.
"You bastard! You monster! I just watched poor Scott Murry for the past hour wriggle and cry as he changed from student to one of the goats in a livestock pen. Damn you!" said one angered Professor to another.
"I told you to destroy the crate!" said Simmons.
"I called Scott for just that reason but he told me how he'd found clothing inside the crate of both male and female. I suspect that the other goats were then human too?" asked Myron Fuller.
"Alright, it's the crate and it has some Brazilian curse on it! If a person enters he or she will become a Brazilian Mountain Goat of the same gender as the human. I didn't want the thing left in Brazil to curse people there so it was shipped here for safe keeping. I know, I know, it's made a mess of peoples lives since but we have to burn it to remove the curse." explained Simmons.
It was agreed that the crate should be burned but when Myron Fuller returned to the livestock area the crate was gone. Quickly he looked about and to his dismay the goats and crate were gone. A fast run back to the yard office he shuffled through a pile of papers till he found something.
A shipping order for Maxine Flycatcher's Stock Transfer was filled out by the previous student, Scott Murry. As per his wish the shipping label was for the Winter's Goat Farm he'd mentioned before his speech went total Cervine.
One fast shuffle for the phone book found the address and phone number. Myron thought to call but since the crate had just been sent the Farm would not know of it's coming. So it seemed the best for him and Simmons to contact the farm tomorrow and then travel there as soon as possible.
A slam of the yard office door shocked the Professor as he sat thinking of what to do next. Turning to see, the sight of Jean Malden, Scott Murry's girlfriend stood in the doorway, angry as Hell.
"Where is he, OK tell me where that dirty fucking jerk is?" asked the very angry Miss Jean.
"I can't say!" replied the shocked Professor.
"Can't or won't, look what's happening to me!" said Jean as she held out her fast changing arms.