"Would he make a good race horse?" Madame Illusia raised her eyebrows at the man who had asked the question. He was dessed in a sports coat and tie, and probably had never been this close to a horse before. "I can see you know nothing about animals. Stephan is a magnificent draft horse, a Shire capable of hauling great loads, or even carrying knights into battle. But a race horse?" She laughed. "You obviously need an education in what a Race Horse looks like."
The man's eyes widened in sudden fear. "Oh, no! I was just asking! I don't want to..." He gasped as his clothes vanished, revealing a stocky, pale desk-jockey's body. "No! Please! Don't chagne meeeeiinnnny!" He swelled out suddenly as he spoke, falling forward onto powerful forelegs that had been his arms.
This new horse looked small and almost dainty next to the powerful Shire, but those who knew horses were immediately impressed by the animal's configuration. The witch grinned at the bay quarter horse stallion, who was looking back at himself with frightened eyes. "Now this is a race horse. Lean and muscular, with strong legs and a stout heart. And a good bit smarter than the human who would think a Share could be a race horse." She gestured again, and the quarter horse's eyes dulled - it snuffled the Shire, and then looked aorund for something to eat.
"I now have a champion quarter horse stallion up for auction, gentlemen!" Illusia pointed to the former human. "He will make an excellent racer."