Summer was gone and Fall was soon to shift into Winter mode as snow lay lightly on the front lawn of Professor Myron Fuller's home. A bright and cold December 5 and the phone rang in the Professor's study.
"Hello, Professor Fuller!" answered Myron.
"Yes, Professor your name was given to me by the University after my call wishing to speak to Professor Simmons. I am a Miss Winter and wish to express our deep appreciation for the crate of fine goats we received a few months back." said the caller.
Suddenly the past events had resurfaced, and Myron began to get uneasy.
"Your welcome, we had little use for them here and the Professor Simons, the late Professor Simmons told none of us his preferred use for the animals. It was suggested by one of our students to send them to your farm." explained Myron.
"Yes I know, Scott Murry told us of your friendship in his time of change!" said the caller.
Myron about fainted at the name of Scott Murry. He wondered how Scott could have told of his changing and best of all how he could remember since his brain had degraded in size. "You talked with Scott recently?' asked Myron.
"Well sorta', he can't talk but does write in the sand of his pen quite often. My very good friend A.J. was also one who had entered the crate and was changed to be one handsome male satyr! He lives here with me as we enjoy his endowments on a daily basis. To be quite truthful the oral sex we enjoy has begun of make me change too! I have changed hair colors on my head to resemble a Brazilian Mountain Goat's. My back and legs are also growing a nice covering of shaggy hair and a tail is sprouting too!" told the caller.
Myron listened as she told of what the other goats had written after Scott showed them how. At last she told Myron of her address and he agreed to come out and visit on the next weekend.
Sitting back after the call was done he thought of what coming horrors might happen.