Bull-Headed, by Rod Drake

The Minotaur moved in next door to me. Goes by Mike now. Says he got tired of shambling around in that dark, wet old labyrinth in Crete. Never saw his mother, and King Minos was mean to him. Kept him down there and forced him to eat table scraps (eating sacrificed Athenian youths was just PR; after all, bulls are vegetarians). Anyway, Mike fits in pretty well here in the neighborhood; keeps a flawless yard (trims the grass by nibbling it daily), gives the kids free rides, and I’m told he’s now dating a nice doctor (veterinarian, of course).