One thing bothered Mika. Robin had gotten what he deserved, but the old man had really done nothing. He went to the stables to figure out what to do about him. It only took a slight adjustment to the spell to give him the same ability to talk that Mika himself had as a mule, but the old man was not pleased when Mika offered to turn him back.
"You don't know what its like to be old, boy. Joints aching from dawn to dusk, a dick that hasn't gotten hard for twenty years, food mostly tastes like shit and teeth falling out anyway, why the hell would I want to go back to that? Being a young, healthy mule ain't bad at all in comparison."
"So you'd rather stay a mule"
"Hell yeah! But if you want to ease your conscience there's one thing you can do."
"Uh, Ok?"
This was the first time Mika had ever seen a mule leer. "Spent my life around donkeys and mules, and I just know that sweet little jenny over t'other side of the barn is just a day away from coming into her time. You give me the first go at her, and everything's square between us--hell, I might even end up owing you a favor!"
"Well, if that's OK with her, I guess so."
The mule gave a loud bray. "Don't worry about that, kid."