"This was a sacred object," the woman said in a cold voice. "Did you dare to profane it?"
"No," Jared objected. "It was an accident..."
"You gave it to a dog," she said, disapprovingly looking at Shaggy as the sheepdog played with a squeaky chew toy in the shape of a bone.
"It wasn't like that..."
"Silence," she ordered.
"Please, not a dog again," Jared pleaded.
She smiled and snapped her fingers.
Whiteness engulfed him. As he began to return to his senses, Jared heard an intermittent squeaky noise and felt like his body was being squeezed in an enormous fist.
Then he felt a thick, sticky liquid flow over him. Gradually, he began to deduce what had happened as strange senses, not quite the same as sight and touch, showed him that he was now a dog's squeaky toy being drooled over by Shaggy as the sheepdog chewed on its favorite toy.
"Squeak!" Jared screamed as Shaggy closed his jaws around him. "Squeak!"
"I think some time as an animal's toy will suffice as punishment for your action," she said.
Jared tried to move. He couldn't. His new body only moved when Shaggy applied pressure by closing his jaws around him.
"Squeak!" Jared cried. "Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"