Casy was by anyone's opinion a thief and a liar. It was on a black night his fate tipped the scales of justice, but not in his favor.
Driving about town he had planned to strike out at the Ligonier's Estate at the South edge of town. He'd cased the place well and knew about where the jewels and money awaited his grasp. Planning to enter from the rear of their property he turned the car and drove down an old dirt road.
Looking out into the dark moonless night he turned off his headlights not wishing to be noticed. This made the roadway near black and his speed slowed as he tried to see his way.
Then from the blackness came a heavy thud to the driver's side of his car. He jammed on the brakes and sat there wondering what he'd hit or if it hit him?
As he opened the car door his interior lights popped on. This offered a dim light onto the dirt roadway and he stepped out looking to the rear of his car. There he saw a figure of some person, he stood there looking as he wondered if they were alive.
Bending down he rolled the dark figure over and stepped back to offer his car lights to let him see what was damage. A moan from the form as a pretty female face glinted in the dull light.
Kneeling down by her he tried to ask her name. She only moaned again and raised her arm toward his face. She was dressed in a black silky gown as if just coming from some state dinner or a ball. As her arm raised up the silky sleve on the dress slid down her arm exposing to his wild expectations not a human arm at all.
Instead the appendage was more like the foreleg on an animal. Her hand was missing too, replaced by a what he stared at was indeed a cloven hoof.
She moaned again, then said clear and plain, "The book, in the safe, the book, oh God beware the book, the Maaaaoooooo!"
He watched as her face melted and reformed in the same instant. Her lovely face then became the square boney skull of one black cow. He watched as her body began to jolt about as if some force was working it's hands over her entire body.
The ladies' gown began to slip and rip as the swelling bovine body bloomed outward. Casy took a step back as the figure there before him struggled to stand on all fours as any cow should.
Then with a loving nibble to the malness inside his pants her thick lips nipped at him. A jump back he slammed into the car door which closed and to his dismay locked, engine running.. Now he was alone there with a woman changed by something into a black cow. As the cow turned from her new inserted instincts to graze by the roadside he wondered what she'd said about the book.
A turn to look present the old mansion set deep back from the road. He watched the cow graze to her hearts content and again wondered about that book.