As I brought the small dog that used to be Dr. Van Hauser up to my face, she again snapped at me, just missing my nose. "Alright," I said angrily, "you asked for it.
I wish you were a real toy poodle, especially the toy part."
She let out a startled yap, before going stiff in my hands. Her eyes stared straight ahead and turned glassy. Just like that, my wish had been granted, leaving me
holding an inanimate stuffed dog.
I couldn't help but marvel at what the ring had allowed me to do. I turned the toy over and over, examining it carefully. Nothing about it suggested that, just a few
minutes ago, it had been a full grown woman. I wondered what I should do with her now.