Xerxes bursts through the door, Veritas is nowhere in sight.
:Yes, Seth,: thinks the familiar.
Help, Xerxes, I've changed into a stuffed toy, Seth thinks.
Me, too, help. Xerxes, Veritas, help us, thinks Jeremey.
The two stuffed animals can hear each others thoughts, but Xerxes seems deaf to their words.
:Mmm, smells like my Seth, guess he got me a new chew toy or maybe two,: as the wolf notices the teddy bear lying beyond the tiger that is inches from his open maw.
Xerxes jaw closes on the stuffed tiger, as his front paws hold it in place.
The raven enters, and cries, "What's going on here, Xerxes? Where are our masters? The smell of magic is overpowering, what spell did those two cast now?"
"Mmmf, ma-gic-mmff? What magic? No one was here when I arrived, only my new chew toys."
"Let's see, two new stuffed animals, and two piles over the clothing our masters were wearing. Now logically don't you think our masters might have turned themselves into stuffed animals?"
"Hmmmpf?" Xerxes stood up with freshly chewed stuffed tiger dangling from his mouth.