Everyone frantically researched to see if their was anything they could do about breaking an animal curse. Damon and John were on their phones, while Chris was on his laptop. Damon was having trouble focusing because his giant ears seemingly let him hear everything.
"Oh, shit, my service *oink* went out guys," said Damon, causing a long donkey ear to pivot towards him.
"Come on, we gotta figure this out," John said. Feeling his sheep ears twitch enticed him to pick up the pace. They still hadn't found anything about what you should do if a witch was really turning you into a farm animal, when another round of changes struck them.
"Baaah!" John bleated and then gasped when he saw white fur growing on his arms. He almost dropped his phone he was so scared.
"Guys, guys, it's happening again, SQUEEEEEEAL!" Damon exclaimed before shifting uncomfortable in his seat.
"Oh, no, guys, work faster, we gotta--HAAAAWWWW!" Chris watched his hands and fingernails fuse in front of him, leaving him to stare in horror at a pair of round equine hooves. He flexed his fetlock joints, able to make the hooves move up and down but helpless to separate his fingers. "I ... I guess it's up to heee-you John. I can't work the keyboard like this! Come haaww-n, Damon, are you sure you got no service?"
"I can't *oink* TAKE this anymore, you two! Come on, we gotta go apologize to the witch. Maybe she'll change us back!"
"Damon, you BAAAAH-cking idiot! If she did this the first time, what will she do if we go baaack?"
"Well, we gaawtta do somethin'. I don't care if we stay here or go there, but I ain't spendin' my life as no long-eared pack-mule just because you too are fools," shot Chris defiantly. That set off John's temper pretty quickly.
"WE'RE fools?! Why you little jackass, no wonder you're--"
"CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!" yelled Damon. "We'll be on all fours before we solve our problem at this rate. There's only one person we know who can fix this."
"I guess you're right," the other two sighed. Then John noticed something. "Hey, Damon, what was your change? I got fur, and Chris got hooves for hands, but you still look the same."
"Yeah, no fair," agreed Chris. He hoped he wasn't being double-crossed.
"I, I don' wanna talk about it guys, let's *oink* just go," said Damon, blushing.
"Alright, pork-face lead the way," said John resentfully, wondering how they were even going to go out in public like this. Damon said he was almost ready but needed to use the bathroom first. Chris made a quip about he'd have plenty of time to do that in a sty somewhere if they didn't get moving. John rolled his eyes and went back to his phone. They didn't realize Damon was anxious to get at least one decent look at his own change before they left, and he didn't exactly want to undress in front of them.