"Okay, Jethro, Caleb will make a fine plow horse," answered the sorceress.
Caleb's jaw dropped. He tried to speak but let out a loud neigh instead.
His hands fisted up and his nails blackened and rapidly transformed into hooves. He fell forward, his clothing no longer hung loosely off his skin, it was too tight, as his body grew hairier and bigger. Buttons started popping. In just a few minutes, Caleb was there on stage a huge plow horse with tattered rags hanging off his body. He tentatively swishes his tail and snorted unhappy at his fate.
"My he's well endowed," commented Katie.
Jethro whistled a catcall.
"Oh, Jethro come on up with your father to collect your father's new plow horse."
Jethro and his father walked up to the stage. Jethro was excited, but his father was nervous. He didn't trust the witchwoman.
"My aren't you fly, Jethro," the sorceress said looking at the handsome young man.
"Why thank you, ma'am."
"Oh, I didn't mean it as a compliment," she laughed, and waved her hand.
Jethro felt the same tingling sensation Caleb felt earlier.
"What?" began Jethro before his head vanished. His empty clothing hovered in the air for a second before collapsing. A buzzing horsefly emerged from the heap of clothing's collar.
"Jethro!" announced the witch pointing at the fly which beelined for Caleb's hindquarters, as Caleb dropped a road apple.
Jethro's father balked. "I'll sue," he began, and then added, "I, uh, how do I change him back?"