Over the weeks that came and went so very fast for Phil. A colt now he found his life more thrilling than when he was a part of the gang. Herd or gang, gang or herd the feeling now had a more permanent feeling of belonging.
All day and every day Phil walked about his colt's cock hanging either flaccid and loose or stiff from anything which made him happy. Rapidly his mind was becoming a one track mentality. If he thought of food he got erect. The sight of Lena trotting to him or Mister Lane with a Apple would also bring out his maleness.
Even Albert had noticed the colt's long black cock out much of the time. He'd chuckle about how spirited the colt was and being such looked forward to a rich life.
It was on a fated morning when Albert was mucking out the leanto he saw buried in the mire a silver chain, and a medallion.
Once the bright piece of jewelry was cleaned it shown of silver and the strange blue stone on the medallion's center. Albert wondered about it as much from day to day till on Sunday he put it over his head and wore the bright bobble to church. There he was the talk of the town, his jewelry twinkled in the Sun and he smiled, proud of his find.