Kyle raced and raced as fast as he could, hearing the horrible howling of the werewolves behind him. They chased him out onto the soccer field and he ran, then realizing he was running straight for goal, but if he turned aside, they'd catch him, and if he ran straight into the net, he'd have no escape. So he did his utmost to leap in the air, hoping against hope to clear the net.
His forehooves hit the top of the goal, then carried him over as his rear hooves clambered atop and he leapt again, then realized he was sailing over the treetops. WTF?
The werewolves howled in anger as their prey escaped, and Kyle realized that they weren't the only mythological creatures running around. He'd been turned not just into any deer, but one of Santa's flying reindeer, and he was off to the North Pole!