"Oh, I just remembered. Doesn't your brother Brad own that obedience school out by the interstate?" Zack said rhetorically.
Chad was disoriented. He had extracted the dart from his foreskin. He felt uneasy in his own body. Zack had turned him into a pink balloon? Zack had used him for target practice! He could've been killed. He wasn't, somehow? Was this Zack's sick prank? He turned to face Zack who had lowered the awning to close the booth, so the Midway was no longer visible.
Chad's legs were shaky. He braced himself against the back wall of the carnival booth. He glared at Zack and said, "Zack, you-ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff! Ruff?"
His words were coming out as barking instead of English. The color seemed to shift. Everything looked pink like he was looking at the world through rose colored glasses.
Chad's nostrils flared as he was suddenly assaulted with all the smells of the carnival suddenly magnified 100 times. Each smell produced a bright color in Chad's mind. It was a dizzying psychedelic cacophony of smells. His legs were giving out. He dropped to all fours. He was standing on all fours- hands and feet. He was not on his knees. His knees and elbows weren't bent, but his shoulders were higher than his butt, and his hands and feet were all flat on the ground. The stench overwhelmed him. He looked down at his furry arms ending in paws, his legs and feet were also paws. He saw a tail wagging from his backside and chased his tail several times in a circle before he realized he couldn't inspect it any more closely than he had. He stopped running in circles and glared at Zack through his rose colored lenses.
"Aw, you didn't think I'd let you go back to your old life because you're lucky, did you, Chad? Can't keep calling you Chad now can we? Rex, Fido, Spot, Buckeye? I know, I'll call you Lucky, Lucky!"
Zack reached up to the prize wall, and selected a rhinestone dog collar and black leash. Chad just stood there shaking. It might have been shock, or anger or a side effect of whatever Zack did to him.
"There, there, Lucky. I hadn't planned on this, but it was your lucky day. Just happened to have a leash and collar your size on the prize wall. This way I've got a four year scholarship to State. The admissions guy told me that they awarded the scholarship to you, but that if you didn't take it then I would get it."
"Ruuh, ruff, arf, woof?" Chad sputtered trying to tell Zack that he had gotten better scholarship offers, and wasn't planning to go to State anyway.
"Now like I was saying. Your bro offers kenneling as well as obedience training for dogs. Oh, you are a dog now - least ways until midnight or when I graduate from college."
"Woof!" barked Chad.