C to the O to the W

Kyle Fluke reached gingerly beneath the raging Bull and gently rotated its ribcage before reinserting it into the animals chest cavity sideways. The animal snorted violently, mist forming in the still morning air. Using a winch he removed both back legs and replaced them with sets of teeth and flaccid tongue. The legs that had been removed were then surgically reattached to the animals face between cheek and snout. Ever so slowly he lowered the animal back to the ground so that it rested on both its original front and new facial legs. It teetered precariously when he started to loosen the straps so he reapplied them. It would take a while for the animal to find its balance, but it had done so swiftly enough the day it was born and would do so again.

Without back legs, the animal had no support for its vast flank. Kyle Fluke confidently predicted that this would be the beauty of this design not its downfall. With all four legs now loaded heavily at the front end of the Bull, its flank would inevitably bob under its own weight down toward the grass. There, its two surgically attached mouths would swiftly bite clumps of grass.

"The added benefit" he bellowed into the clear blue sky, one fist raised "is that I have also implanted a toaster into the damn beast! Why I do declare that you could make as much toast as you want if you only had a fucking plug" he roared with laughter, "in EVERY sense".