Paul gasped in amazement as he looked down at the notebook in front of what he perceived as Lady the dog.
PAUL, IT'S ME – TIM. YOUR SPELL WORKED. I'M TRAPPED AS THE DOG, AND SHE THINKS SHE IS ME. PLEASE, CHANGE ME
BACK. I REALLY AM YOUR FRIEND TIM. THE SPELL BOOK IS REAL. IT REALLY WORKS! THIS REALLY SUCKS, SO PLEASE JUST
HURRY UP AND CHANGE ME BACK.
“Uh... Timmy?” Paul said in a quiet, nervous voice. “Is... is... is that really you?”
Tim barked angrily for a moment. Then sighed, picked up the pen, and started scribbling on the paper again.
DON'T CALL ME TIMMY!
“Ohmigod,” whispered Paul. “It's really you. I mean, it really worked. I mean... shit, man! I... I was talking
with you before. That... that other you. Y'mean, my pet dog really believes she's you? And she's... she's like
stolen your life or something?”
Tim bobbed his head up and down in agreement.
“Okay,” said Paul. “I believe you. This is way too weird not to be true. Let's get you back up to the attic
and... I'll try doing whatever I can to undo this. God, I'm so sorry about this Timmy. I promise you, I had no
idea you were trapped as my dog the last couple days. And... ohmigod. Mom took you to the vet the other day
and... and...”
Tim hung his head low.
“The vet spayed you!” said Paul. “Oh, Timmy. I... I don't know what to say. I... I just... let's.... dammit,
let's get you up to the attic and change you back ASAP! I owe you big time for this, Timmy. I'm so sorry.”
Tim followed his friend back up into the attic and knelt patiently at Paul's feet. Again, Paul began reading
strange, unknowable words from the book.
What next?