"Ah -ha, so then, for you all, for Steven and Alan, as Janet, to then Megan, I shall insist you stay with me here for a while!" The aged old crone of a woman said, speaking to four soon to being as doomed souls.
"Steven, the male member to your family, as you shall retain your status, if but doing so differently, as not for Janet, but gifting of your male self to a herd of desiring females.
As for young Alan, you too shall discover your place here about my property. Your endeavor shall be to guide and even fathering, give your time at training of three pony mares I often lease to fairs and carnivals, giving rides to children.
Go now to the barn, right side is where the mares are bedded, as they when seeing you entering their home, shall stand up and give you the honors due a vile stud!
Janet, a mother, homemaker type and caretaker of her offspring, as for you I have need for such a personality to serve and be in service. As for you I shall allow Steven to pay an occasional visiting. He and you becoming more of a useful pair to my aims, my financial needs!
Ah, and last but nary the least, I turn to Megan. You my dear shall turn your endeavors to keeping my home clean, and when as if we get any burglar, trespasser, or a bold fool to come along, you my dear shall distract them with your beauty; while I demean them of their link to humanity!" As with having attested to all of the four visitors, the crone laughed.
"You can't do this to us...," Steve said, as his voice changed of tone, and the ability to say more seemed to cease.
Leaning toward Steve, the old crone said to him, "Your place is for standing in the corral near the barn."
The crone turning to facing Janet, she said, "As for you, your place is residing inside the barn, in a stall. Your new purpose in life is to help Steven feel appreciated, and you to nurse and guide of those young to find their purpose.
A family of four then went their separate ways, each given a different lifestyle, as enveloped by a magical doom.