Second-rate Witch

While the werewolf continues his inspection, you take stock of your new surroundings. You are in a dusty, unadorned hallway, not too different from the one you left behind, but much roomier. You still feel confined, though. At your current size, you realize glumly, most of the castle is now "off limits" to you.

"So," you ask the wolf, "any idea why I suddenly changed from extra-fatty to extra-buff?"

The wolf leans close to your huge bovine ear to answer. "Just between you and me," he whispers conspiratorially, "Audrey isn't much of a witch."

"Audrey?' you sputter. "The witch's name is Audrey?"

"Yeah," the wolf admits with a lopsided grin. "Pretty lame, huh? Anyway, ol' Audrey's spells usually don't work out like she intends. Just look at me. She turned me into a poodle at first, but half an hour later I morphed into the handsome dog you see before you."

"Great," you think sourly. "I'm a giant bull stuck in a castle with a second-rate witch and a stuck-up werewolf."

Written by Funny Animal

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