Bull returned, satisfied, to his pasture, assuming that now the silly Cows would be quiet. But he had misjudged. The tender hearts of the females were stricken by Jackass’s sadness.
“You didn’t have to be so mean,” the Cows complained.
“Have you seen the mess he made?” asked Bull, astounded by their reaction.
“His heart is in the right place,” Cow One retorted, “which is more than can be said for you.”
Bull snorted. “That Jackass needs to get laid.”
The Cows looked at one another.
“You are crude and stupid,” Cow Two said, “but occasionally you hit it. He needs a nice girl-friend.”
Furious, Bull chased them away, then stood and sulked. Soon his buddies, Rooster and Billygoat, came by. They made jokes about their dicks, and Bull felt better.
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Billygoat was the most evil animal in the barnyard. In fact, he claimed to be the familiar of a demon named Eligor who liked to start wars and kindle lust.
“Obsession is a marvelous thing for damaging the soul,” observed Billygoat. “The only thing better is what you have done — make the victim aware of his obsession so he dies of shame.”
Bull shuffled uncomfortably. “Look here, I’m not for this evil spirit stuff. I just want the Cows back in line.”
“Wanna wet your wick, huh?” snickered Rooster.
They guffawed.
Billygoat advised, “As long as Jackass is a hapless victim, the Cows will love him. We have to make him appear self-centered and undependable.”
“Like a regular guy, huh?” said Rooster.