"My dear queen", a peasant comes forth, "my home suffers from a terrible plague of mice, they are eating all our food. I hereby ask your assistance, perhaps by providing me with a cat to catch them..." Beth scoffed. "Very well, you shall have a cat...as for food, you'll be able to live off mice from now on." A bolt from her finger struck the peasant, who immediately gained a rich coat of fur: shiny black with snow white belly fur, that also decorated his hands and feet. His fingers and toes grew together and shortened, turning into four little stumps with small black claws protruding from them. Failing to stand straight up on these paws, he fell forward and landed on his front paws, his spine immediately correcting itself into a quadrupedal position. His tongue had gained small barbs, and most of his teeth had disappeared and lengthened into feline fangs. His nose turned small and pink with whiskers sprouting beneath it, and his eyes became round and yellow, immediately turning to slits at the intensity of the daylight. His hair had long disappeared, replaced by shiny black fur, and his ears had already positioned themselves on top of his head: pointed dishes with bits of white fuzz growing in them. His spine extended itself from his black, shooting out into a long black cat tail at an amazing rate, waving back and forth within moments. Rounding out the change, he shrunk to the size of a cat. Immediately the victim of his instincts, he saw a mouse and darted after it.
"Now", Beth grinned, "who's next?"