The door bell rang.
"Brett cannot have gotten here that quickly?" Jose said walking to the front door in Steven's dirty briefs.
"Hey, Jose, where's Stevo?" Nick asked as he stepped through the front door, "And why are you wearing his
briefs?"
Jose scowled, "Mr. Steven is in the dog-house, so to speak. And he gave me his old briefs."
"Yeah? Personally, Jose, I wouldn't wear another guy's used underwear, but hey to each his own."
Steve had trotted in on his tiny legs. He started yapping and jumping at Nick's feet. Nick kicked the
chihuahua with his right foot and sent his flying across the room.
"Nasty rat-dogs! You got another one now? That Kyle one was nasty enough, but this yapper is-"
"Yer buddy Stevo. Now, Nick, this is going to hurt, but then again I gottah deal with ya before Brett gets
here. So not so much chanting," Jose said as he secured an worn leather dog collar with a rope for a leash
around Nick's neck. Then he yanked on it and said, "Cane transmutas!"
"Huh! Ugh!" Nick shouted as he fell backwards on his butt. He stared at his bare arm as his arm grew hairier
and hairier. His bones twisted under his skin and he yelped in pain. He was turning into a dog. Steve really
was a chihuahua. He looked up at Jose and tried to speak, but all he could do was whimper.
Steve stood and stared.
"See, chico, there's more than one kind of magic that ol' Jose knows." He winked.
Steve charged and bit Jose's ankle.
Jose kicked at him, and struggled to hold on to the rope to which Nick was tied.