"Centaurs! You turned those men into centaurs! If you're going to turn them into anything, it should be the curs that they are!" roars the goddess of virginity, Diana. She raises her hand, and as the judges are draping horeshoe shaped wreaths of flowers around the centaurs' necks, she utters "Centaurus transmutan canis!"
"Artemis, dear, we're in Greece, so it's impolite to speak Latin, besides you conjugated it wrong," Hera corrected the moon goddess.
Diana surpressed a comment about evil stepmothers, as she recalled her half brother Heracles fate. She bit her lip, and said, "I prefer Rome. Besides it worked."
Men gasped as the massive stallion bodies began to shrink and their arms were reabsorbed into their shrinking bodies completely. Their bodies became sveldt, their necks long, and they were fast being reduced from 2 ton centaurs to 40lb canines.
On the track, the announcer was asking the trainers to bring their greyhounds to the starting line, as the mechanical rabbit was readied to lead the hounds around the track.