Chris was wandering around, completely baffled by his new senses. If unlike other wildlife he could see in colors, he was assaulted by smells and sounds. All of which made much more sense than what his eyes could barely grasp. He could hear shrews and voles and mice in the ground or skittering in bushes. Birds happily chirped. All that could be snapped and ran after. He could smell the wet leaves, the grass, the dirt and fresh chlorophyll of the woods. He wondered what delicious smells human dwellings could contain. Chicken coops, groceries, inns, roasting shops, garbage piles,... That last idea got him to shake his head. No! He had to remain focused! He required help! He could not stay that way! He had to find the witch, or rather another warlock! But it was fun to trot and smell things on the ground while looking for a human to help. He dimly thought that maybe any human was not a good encounter. And he needed to eat. A chicken. Or a pie. Or a mole. Or a bone. And mating. A nice vixen would bring him a welcome release. As Chris let his mind wander, he was startled by the sound of steps. Human steps. He was torn between remaining in place or darting away but what he saw made him stay at the last moment. That human! He knew her! And she was important because... Because... Because she was reason he was a fox, precisely! And it was because... Because... Because he wanted to be a human and not eat moles and voles and dig in sewers and dumpsters!
"Well, well, well, look who's here."
The witch was holding two cages. One with the magical goose and his pal now reduced to being a chicken. Chris did feel grateful for not having been imposed another set of sexual organs.
"How do you like being a fox? You can steal as many things as you want now!" she laughed.
He snapped his jaws, furious at her, but he had to shut them by force immediately afterwards. The witch had made a muzzle appear. Chris shook his head furiously. A muzzle! And he didn't even have hands anymore to remove it! He growled and grunted under the delighted eye and distraught stares of the witch and her two birds respectively.
"Now that we are all here, let us make our way home, shall we?"
A leash appeared out of nowhere, attached itself to a collar which snapped itself around his neck and the witch dragged a reluctant Chris back to her dwelling, very much happy with her day. A reluctant Chris who first refused to budge but had to follow in the end. Only the witch had a light heart as they entered her abode. She had big plans in mind after such a fruitful day.