They say a sign of insanity is repeating the same action over and over and expecting a different result. You over the course of the night managed to form a small collection of stray animals, you wonder if you should have been a dog catcher. And the results, kept ending in animal skeletons, and the animal's last moments being agony as its body dissolved.
Ryan would attempt to transform them, becoming a mass of pink latex goo as he covered them, let them fall into him (defying a few laws of physics), or feeding himself to him, but every time, the result was the animal's gruesome death. While Ryan continued to obey your orders without fuss, you could see the latex rabbit child begin to cringe with each new experiment, almost reluctantly doing the deed. Adding to the pack was one thing, but this just seemed... pointless. And after the sixth or tenth or twelfth continue to show no different results and you ending up many animal skeletons you'd have to explain in some fashion or another, you decided Ryan might have had the right idea.
You never considered yourself an animal rights activist, in fact you scoffed at the idea, but even you began to think this really was doing nothing but lowering the stray population of Salt City.
"Alright Ryan, I promise, no more."
The latex creature left out a relieved squeak. You turned your thoughts to Thomas and Dylan. You already knew your home was beginning to get a little full even with your small group of creations, but depending how many they brought back, they would be even more trouble to completely keep hidden.
Maybe you should focus on finding proper space for your creations first before you accidentally gave away yourself to whoever had put an end to the wand's previous owner.