“Do you want to try? Little Bandit is next, ponies are much easier, basically impossible to mess up,” said Mrs. Brown, gesturing at the pony in the next pen.

“Does this hurt them? That spinning thing got a little bloody,” said Kenzie with a little concern in her voice. She was excited to be there, helping Mrs. Brown, but she was also quite nervous. Usually, she helped with preparing the animals for procedures, and she was quite skilled at administering shots, but she had never participated in any of the surgeries.

“No, this procedure is not much more invasive than pulling a tooth that has a cavity!” said Mrs. Brown, gesturing at the sedated horse she just worked on. “Testicles make the boy horses act aggressive and mean when they grow up, and when we take them out, they become much nicer and calmer.” She grabbed the two peach-sized testicles from the bucket and gestured at Kenzie with them, swinging them around playfully. “These things are mostly trouble for the boys here; they will be much happier without them”.

Kenzie accepted Mrs. Brown's offer and decided to try with Bandit. Bandit was a 4-year-old pony that she had fed and trained since he was a little foal. It felt fitting for her to make him better as well, and she appreciated the older woman’s offer to learn more about veterinary care. She wanted to become a veterinarian when she grew older, work on the ranch and help her family, and spend her entire life with the animals.

Mrs. Brown showed her how to sedate Bandit; this part was the easiest; Kenzie had become an injection expert since she started working with the woman. She showed her how to expose the testicles with little to no blood loss and how to use the Henderson tool to avoid further bleeding. In about 20 minutes, they were all done, and Bandit was better for it. When he woke, he seemed a little groggy, but he quickly gained his senses, and he pranced away like nothing had happened.

“Let’s pack away and wash up, your brother is home soon, and I have to leave before your family can invite me. I do not have the time today to stay for a multi-course dinner,” chuckled the older woman, ushering Kenzie into the washroom. …

Her brother arrived from university, where he studies some sort of business. Kenzie never knew what Jacob was good at, but she knew that he was her least favorite brother. He was often mean and would make jokes at Kenzie’s expense, making fun of her curly hair, her birthmarks on her neck, or the fact that she was too short for her age. She did not like him, but he was family, and she did like the dinners when others came home, mom often made desserts when her brothers were visiting.

The dinner was not too eventful; her parents and Jacob were talking about things she did not care about, but Kenzie’s dad and Jacob started drinking the moonshine her dad makes. *They get so mean when they drink that, I should get to my room before they drink too much*, she thought. As she stood up from the table, her brother grabbed her shoulder and yanked her forcefully near his chair.

“This little princess forgot to grow again! How are you still barely 4 feet? Don’t you know that you need to stay at the table and eat to grow big?” he jeered, shoving some mashed potatoes and gravy toward her mouth. She tried to get away, but he was bigger and stronger, and he just smeared food all over her. *Why does he have to be so mean all the time? What did I do? Why is he picking on me?,* she thought to herself, scrambling to get away from his grip.

At last, her mother intervened and let Kenzie go upstairs to clean up and rest while the rest of the family finished the dinner.

She ran upstairs, a little teary-eyed, and quickly washed off the gravy from her chest and clothes. She considered her relationship with Jacob and decided not to interact with him while he was at home. *Or better yet, maybe she could make him better like little Bandit,* she mused as she planned her next steps.

…

As the night set in, Kenzie waited for the family to go to sleep, for all the lights to be off, and then some. Once she heard her father’s and Jacob’s snoring, she knew she is in the clear and snuck out to the stables to get Mrs. Brown’s tools. Once she was there, she turned on the light and started rummaging around in the little shed. *What did Mrs. Brown say, I need the sedative, a painkiller, a scalpel, the spinning thing, and some of that orange liquid. I can’t bring the drill as it would be too loud, but I can do it by hand,* she thought as she gathered her supplies.

She snuck back into the house with her little bag of goodies, and slowly and quietly entered her brother's room. He was knocked out, on his belly, face in a pillow, naked like he usually is at night and during the mornings.

*Perfect,* she thought. *This is almost the position little Bandit was in*.

She took out all her tools and picked up the syringe and the sedative. She knew how much she gave Bandit, and Bandit was much bigger than Jacob. She took half as much sedative as Bandit needed, and carefully, but quickly, injected his brother's buttocks, just like she injected many other piglets, cows, and horses. Jacob stirred a little, lifted his head, but as soon as he lifted it, it fell back down; the sedative took effect.

“The easy part is over!” she whispered to herself, hyping herself up. Jacob will be so much nicer and calmer towards her; she just needs to do what she learned today.

Luckily, Jacob was already on his belly, his legs spread wide open. Kenzie felt for his testicles just like Mrs. Brown showed her, making sure she had a clear feel of both testicles before she started the procedure. She stretched Jacob's balls a bit until she could clearly see both of them. She looked for the best place for the incision, just like she was taught, and sliced into his sac. *There is almost no blood, I did it right!*, she thought to herself as she worked. She started to push Jacob’s testicles towards the slit she just made and then realized that she had made way too big an opening. She wanted to get both near the opening and do the procedure on one, but both suddenly popped out. ”Damn it, I thought the testicles would be bigger. I will use more of that orange stuff then!” she murmured to herself, a little annoyed that she possibly made a mistake, and maybe this mistake will hurt Jacob.

She gathered herself and decided to continue as she was almost done. She took the spinning thing, and as both balls were out, she pinched both of them in the jaws of the device, just like Mrs. Brown taught her. She started to spin it around and around. *It took Bandit like 20 seconds with the drill, so this should be okay if I do this for a minute or two, I can spin it quite fast in my grip,* she thought. As she rotated the tool and the testicles in the jaws of the device, she saw the testicles and their attachment get whiter and whiter, and suddenly with a little jolt, the tool came away from Jacob. She thought it would take much longer, but then Jacob’s testicles were much smaller and thinner than Bandit’s, maybe that is why it was much easier to twist them off.

She quickly checked for bleeding, but there was none. She did great. Mrs. Brown would be proud. She carefully placed the tool and the testicles onto the carpet, and then used the orange liquid to wash her brother’s now empty sac. She stretched Jacob's ball sac a little bit, just like the older woman showed her earlier during the day, making sure to get the orange liquid in and around the wound to avoid infection and pain.

As she was cleaning up and packing away the tools, making sure not to make any noise, she opened the jaws of the spinny thing and took his brother's testicles and placed them on his nightstand. She wanted to make sure that Jacob knew first thing in the morning that he was better now, and he could be a calm and nice brother from now on. As she left, she looked back and realized that the testicles were still all tangled up from the device and the twisting motions. She placed down her little bag and snuck back into the room to untwist the two testicles and place them on the right and left side of Jacob’s phone, neat and tidy.

She snuck back into the stables, placed all the tools back, and snuck back to sleep, hoping for a nice morning with Jacob, at last.

…

In the morning, Kenzie woke to a large commotion. Her brother was not in his room; his phone and his testicles were also missing. There were strangers in the house, and they were talking to her mom downstairs. She snuck to the staircase to listen in on the conversation of the adults, and they were talking about assault and all sorts of scary words, some sort of break-in, and that Jacob’s injuries are serious.

Kenzie ran down to her mother to ask what happened, noting that the strangers were police officers. Her mother told Kenzie that someone had broken into the house during the night and assaulted Jacob. After a small pause and with tears in her eyes, she continued that Jacob had been castrated and that he may never be the same again.

She froze and started to sweat all over. *Are they talking about what I did last night? It can’t be, I just made him better, calmer*, she thought as her heart started to pound and she started to cry.

She told her mother what she did, in-between sobs, hoping that this whole situation was not caused by her; she just wanted to make him nicer, to make him like her. Her mother, horrified, listened to the story and then told her to go back to her room while she talked to the police. After a long time, the police, Kenzie’s mom, and Mrs. Brown entered her room and reassured her that she would be fine; it was all a horrible misunderstanding. As she is just 12 years old and did not understand the full ramifications of her actions, she was never charged with anything, but Mrs. Brown was fired from the ranch.





Kenzie’s story will continue…