I grin at the officers around me. "Sit! Stay!" They look confused at first, but then half of them are suddenly getting furry and naked while the other half get smaller. In moments, I am surrounded by panting German Shepherds and ten year-old boys in miniature uniforms, holding toy pistols.
Most of the boys turn and run, and even the dogs yelp and scatter. One boy and a dog remain. The dog's back is bristled and it growls low in its throat, and I hear the boy mutter "Wait, John. Maybe I can distract him. We need to work toegther on this."
I smile brightly. "You want to work together? Let me help!" The boy stumbles and falls against the dog, only to gasp as he finds himself stuck to the dog. "The two of you are gonna be REAL close!"
The dog whimpers and the boy cries out as they suddenly melt together. The creature that forms from the furry blob is a canine centaur - massive German Shepherd body with a boy's upper body where the dog's head and neck should be. But the thing has a dog's head, not a human's. I can see the terror in its eyes as the two men inside realize they are losing thier identities. Then there is only a very smart dog with no memory of either human life.