A lone hand slowly raises over the heads of the audience. When the madame sees the hand she raises her eyebrows. “Yes? Do you care to join him in dog form? Stand up so I can see you” The man, who looks to be around thirty stands up and suddenly seems to get a bit uncomfortable when he realises that everyone is looking at him. “Well… I have a question” He looks down at the persons sitting next to him, as if he was seeking reassurance from them. The madame cocks her head slightly. “Well ask your question if you’re going to ask it, otherwise you might end up leaving this tent much shaggier then you entered it” The man seems to get even more nervous now. “Well me and my four friends, would actually love to join the kennel… but only one of us could imagine himself as a Old English sheepdog and we were wondering if the other four of us could join his kennel, but as other breeds then Old English sheepdogs? While the fifth could be a Old English sheepdog just like Kevin… I mean Champ” The madame smiles. “This is highly unusual… an entire group of humans hoping to become a pack of dogs. I would be delighted to grant your wish, just as long as Champ’s owner feels that he can take care of you all. After all only one of you would be useful as a breeder in his kennel. What breeds would you like to become? I think allot depends on which breeds you want to become as some breeds could prove more useful for him”