Sam the Ram was interested, as any fool could plainly see. When a stud horse is interested in a mare, it's very obvious. Now Kelly wasn't a really a mare, well maybe she was as far as Sam was concerned, but it didn't matter either way: Kelly wasn't interested. Not in Sam anyway. Without thinking about it, she behaved as any uninterested mare would behave, stepping sideways and kicking a back hoof at poor Sam, catching him a sharp one in the flank. He got the hint right away and his interest, or at least the visible indication of it, subsided at once.
Relief washed over Kelly for a second before the panic set in. She looked accusingly at me and grabbed for her gun. Or rather, grabbed for where her gun should have been. We'd all be better off without any firearms around, I'd decided. Kelly came to a quick decision too and started to trot away, then gallop. It might have been better if she'd stayed calm though, or at least thought about where she was headed. As it was, she hadn't gone fifty feet before she ran full tilt off the little pier into the duck pond. She made a really good splash.
From where I stood I couldn't see her but I could hear as her coughing and cursing turned to weeping and pleading and I started to feel bad. Maybe my little joke had gone too far. She was a cop and a real pain in the ass but I didn't want to hurt her, not really. And her cries were getting fainter. Could centaurs swim? "I don't want her to drown," I wished, as I ran to the water's edge.
I got there just in time to see Kelly Butz, the former lady cop, drag herself half out of the pond. She looked up at me and I could see her fear was gone and she was mad again. "Just wait until I get my hands on you," she threatened me. Not that she scared me even a little. I could still make wishes; I could turn her into anything I wanted. Not that I needed to. Centaurs can run fast but on land, mermaids move really slow.