"Simmons you are a fool, can't that learned self see what damage that Medallion has caused?" asked Myron.
"I wonder too, but let me think here? There was ah, let me think..................
Jenny is now a dun colored stallion, by her choice, not mine!
Ammos is now a Mountain Goat, by his choice too!
Wilma is now a Mountain Goat, by choice, but ran off and did not return with us to America.
Melody is a Mountain Goat, she was going to the authorities and needed to be silenced.
Georgia is also a Mountain Goat, as she too figured out Melody's plight and needed to be silenced.
Scott is a Mountain Goat.
Jean is a Rockie Mountain type goat.
Then too the Medallion's glowing flux showed of three others changed I don't know to what just when it happened by the heat and glowing.
Ten, I'd say ten lives have been lost to humanity! Some had little value as did Ammos, while other's sorry to say were of more value but no longer are worth more than their weight in meat!" explained Simmons as Myron's face showed his fear.
"Ten lives made to animals and what yet is to come?" asked Myron.
Professor Simmons smiled and looked down his chest to the hanging Medallion. "Yet to come? I wonder if your sweet Wife and three children, ah Myron Jr., Kathy, and little Cynthia would care to join you as part of your herd. I seem to remember you were brought up by that Uncle in Wyoming? I wonder if with all his livestock if he'd notice a small group of one bull, one steer, and one cow with two heifers wandering along her sides?" chided Simmons suggesting what Myron might end up there as!
"Your past evil now with that thing's power, your Demonic!" argued Myron as Simmons turned away and walked from the yard office.
Grasping the Medallion, Professor Simmons smiled as he muttered, "I wish for Myron Fuller to find tonight his new bullish tail, his big testicles, and hide and hair from the abdomen down, just as a warning, do it!"