"Horsing around with the rules again, Nebs?"
No one had called Nebuchanezzat that in over a thousand years! The shopkeeper, now generally known as Nate, turned to face the robed individuals appearing from the smoky red and green cloud. The hoods concealed their faces, but the robes were clearly recognizable to any wizard. Nate swallowed hard, he'd done it this time, he'd run a foul of the Wizardic Inquisition. He shivered recalling their infamous comfy chair torture, which the Monty Python troop had spoofed in their Spanish Inquistion sketch. The real version didn't involve being forced to sit in a comfy chair, it involved you being the comfy chair. Wizards had nasty senses of humor, and no sense of humor when it came to the Rules of Magicks (the official revised version).
The hood dropped back to reveal a face he hadn't seen since his days at the Wizard's college. And the shopkeeper blurted out the name, "Yaz!"
"Tch, tch, tch. Nebs, breaking one of the cardinal rules, Section 13, Paragraph 4, breaking a permanent enchantment and casting a new one for personal gain without consent of the subject..." Yaz said in monotone reading from a 3 x 5 chit of paper.
"Well, there are extenuating circumstances, Yaz, and in certain cases consent of the victim is implied and not required, and he did want to win a race..."
"The rabbit always wins in dog racing."
"But it's not really racing, it's like the lead car in an auto race, it cannot really win."
"True but your original curse only said he'd cross the finish line first..."
"I can turn him back into a rabb--"
"No, rules are clear. You must pay a forfeit and the victim gets to choose!"
Yaz turns a faces the trembling naked college boy...