The coyote trickster Jess pondered what she wanted to do to her canary Mary. So many choices. She had had ideas of what to do to her, but they all fled now. She couldn't decide.
There were the cliche choices of pig, cow or donkey. They would do, they'd be humiliating and Jess could certainly control Mary in that form. Though cliche, they should be discounted entirely.
Jess could use more confining forms on Mary. Like a whale or a porpoise, maybe a walrus. Something fat and unable to move well. That might be even more embarrassing.
Now, there was the possibility of really playing with Mary. Imagine the numerous cat and mouse games they could play. Each a different animal. Her a coyote, she a cat or mouse. Her a dragon, she a unicorn. So many choices.
Jess was getting frustrated, she couldn't decided what she wanted to do. Jess flopped down on Mary's bed and half lay down, lost in thought. She idly stroked her wonderfully soft body.
Then...