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Day by day, the sense of worry grows, will Fatima come today, will the farmer back up his livestock trailer to the loading chute connected to my corral?
Rank smelling are the cows, and getting more so, their scent is acrid.
Cows, cows, and more cows are let out as more are let into the corral for the herd sire to mount, mate, and go from one to the next, as what were four per day is now eight, and there is a limit to the number of breed-able cows in my herd.
Fatima, my Genie where are you?
Awoke to a rainy day, storms, lightning, it scares the cows, but their bull stands under the roof of the feeder, he is not wet, as are his dumb cows stand out in the drenching rain. A close cracking of lightning nearer the corral sends the cows to running, gamboling, crowding the corral fence. Indeed it was their tonnage what offered the chance, a daring move!
Snap, crack, and eight cows did the blessed wish of their herd bull, as their fears and strength broke down the corral gate, it leading to the aisle, and the pastures beyond.
As the cows ran for the safety of the barn and the other cows, their bold bull bison headed for the open range, and toward his thoughts of self preservation.
Run, run old bull, your sheath a jiggling, your scrotum wagging, bonking at hind hocks, was worth the try to escape being caught, held captive, sold maybe for slaughter.
Fatima, where are you girl?
Rain and storm, it raged all day and well into the dark night, and he who wanted to be trying the lifestyle of a bull bison, continued to meander away from the farm buildings.
Come then the morning after the trenching rains, as with use of that big bony blockhead and some pushing at a fence post, the wet ground made the difference. The post leaned over and the barbwire fence fell low enough for me to stride over it. I was free to go where I wished, and where I wished was to be where Fatima sat smoking her pipe.
As to sleep in the tall grasses and weeds by day and run, trot, as continue to get closer to where I knew was my home, my house, my bed, a shower bath, and real freedom.
By day, I miss my cows, but the idea of sleeping during the day, as in the cool shade of trees, and away from the constant stench of smelly cows was easing my mind; making me want to change back as be again a person, a human.
Day five of my escape and what as who should I hear, his voice, the farm owner is walking toward where I lay. As he came closer, I saw he held a rope, it noosed with plans for capturing me, but why only him, as I could easily overpower any single man without his horse to be added as stronger.
Then to my fur surrounded eyes who did I see, but Fatima, she dressed in modern day style clothes, and walking beside my owner.
"Come friend, time to return to where you belong, and YES, I have informed your present owner as to who you were, like he knows of what you are, and being an animal, animals cannot be the master of a real Genie. I am his Genie, and him being single and not wishing he were an animal, we have joined to come and take you where you so enjoyed living, being a Bull!"
"No, no, no," I said, wishing to speak and be defiant.
"I can speak again, I can talk," i said, as the Farmer man stopped and stood, he mouth open, and gawking at a huge animal, a Bison bull, talking.
"Fatima, I got worried you might not come in time to save me from my being sold. So now you have taken sides against me, you plan to leave me being a bull, an animal as permanently!" I said, as Fatima just smiled, but then the man spoke, as he said to me, "Fatima told me of just whom you were, as before coming to be as my herd sire bull. I did agree to form a bonding with her, not so physical as more legal, making her to be my magical Genie, and me as her most considerate Master.
I promise, now that I know for sure you were born a human, I shall, never send you to be as slaughtered!
As what Fatima tells me, she had planned to transition your body to a wholly new species of bull. I have use for a Red Devon breed of bull, and would when owning one, shall lease him to other farms as a herd sire.
Fatima suggested she might enhance your sperm count, and thereby enhancing your future lifetime and use as a herd sire, or for gathering your semen and use it in artificial insemination of cows.
Your manner of escape was daring, and well planned. The way Fatima told me of your being quite intelligent when a man, worked to make me realize only a very intelligent bull could scheme such an escape.
So, when if ever you become weary from your fantasy delights for the mating with cows as a bull, I will order Fatima to change your species to something more provocative; equine, a stallion of your' choosing." He said, the man I only knew to be as my owner, being that an animal is an item of property.
I did speak and said of my agreement with the plans of Fatima and him, her new Master. I never have to this day asked what was his name, him, my owner. Maybe because of my being an animal and bull, when again functioning as a herd sire, names of anyone, say other than Fatima meant anything to me, I just love my cows!
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