Two men rocked up to the field, wiping sweat from their exhausted brows.
"This must be them. Thank god we found 'em."
"You sure? How do you know these are the bovines?"
"How many cows you ever seen on a school field? And this one's wearing socks!"
The men ushered away confused students, "nothing to see here! Just a couple of escaped animals!" Whilst
bringing the animals into line. They didn't miss an opportunity to advertise, though, handing out some flyers
for the restaurant.
"Let's get these animals back. The late-lunch diners are coming in and we need to be there to wait on them."
"What about the rest? I think there was a bunch of 'em."
"Forget about them!"
"I don't know... the waitress who let 'em go'll be a slimy frog by the time we get back to the restaurant. I
don't wanna end up like that..."
"We'll just lie, say only two of them transformed..."
***
The two men returned to the restaurant, leading the cows into the back. In the store room, they found a young
woman in a plastic tank, slapping webbed green hands against the plexiglass, green skin oozing against her
crisp white blouse. She let out a gutteral ribbit as the men ignored her pleas for help.
"Forget about her. She got us into the mess, remember? Anyway, we need to get out onto the floor. It's getting
busy."