You mom straches you head and reveals to you the truth.
"I'm a witch, Jason. That was for the Witch's convention next week. I should have told you, I'm sorry. I won't be able to get an antedote until next week, so your stuck as a dog for at least a week. Luckily, I had a coller prepared for the meet, so You can have it."
She places the coller on you, and you try to speak, asking what is really going on, but you bark! You run to nearest mirror and see yourself as a...
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