"Not Quite," Shanna replied.
"What," said Bella, "But your skin, your heritage is African!"
"My Grandmother was born in Brazil, and in later years she moved to America!" Shanna announced.
"Really," Bella said as her eyebrows lifted, "What was her name?"
"Dame Ojo DeGore, she never married, though she had my mother and two uncles as offspring," Shanna said.
"DeGore, your grandmother you say was she, she..., she was a voodoo priestess of grand renown in the history of magic," Bella said, as speaking the name did so as to give it honor.
"Come closer to me girl," Bella said, as Shanna felt drawn to do as told, she walked up close to stand but two feet away from before the powerful witch.
"Do give this a try-on to see if it might fit," Bella said as from behind her one of the other witches handed her one of the obedience head halter and bridles.
With well known manners of controlling previous foolish people, Bella affixed the head halter and bridle with mouth bit over the head of Shanna. "There, now we shall prove if your family heritage is what you say it was!"
Matt stood there expecting to see what had happened earlier to Tina Wilkes as happen then to Shanna. Bella too expected that in a quick flash of demonic power that Shanna would become an all black mare. Shanna was not sure what to expect, but had come to terms with her fears that if she became like what happened to Tina, that would be OK with her.
Then from the dark sky roared a bellowing cry of a witch who had gone to her perdition and reward in Hell.
"Beware ye witch, the maiden you dare to bewitch is my granddaughter Shanna DeGore, and she shall not become a horse mare for you to defame and defile. Shanna, I command ye girl, remove that horse halter and place it upon the face and head of there Miss Bella." The booming voice so ordered and Shanna obediently did as she was told.
When the horse halter was laid upon and tucked over the head of Miss Bella, she began to cringe and whinnied with shrill cries as if she were in agony.
Matt, Ernie, and Shanna stood there and watched, seeing as Miss Bella, her skin turned a charcoal black hue, as then very reddish colored horse hair sprouted and spread into a full pelt, as her bones shifted making horrid sounds, her skull crackling, she wailed as her body conformed, swelled, gained mass and became that of a yearling Percheron dappled grey mare.