"Chad, would you please come up to the front of the class to help Rick with his demonstration?" the teacher asked.
Looking up, he saw that Rick was behind the front table standing by the dry erase board. Chad blinked, everything looked a bit off. It was like he was watching a black and white movie sort of. Definitely, needed to change his diet. He got up and headed to the front of the class.
"Alright, Rick is in charge now. Pay attention to his presentation on having a dog as a pet. Thank you, Chad for helping out, I am sorry that the principal wouldn't let Rick bring a dog to school for the demonstration," and then she whispered, "Chad, no shenanigans, behave yourself."
"Yes'm," said Chad softly.
She left to go to the faculty lounge leaving Rick in charge.
"First off, Chad get up on the table on all fours," Rick ordered.
Chad didn't really think about it until after he was up on the table on all fours. He opened his mouth to speak, but Rick said, "Heel, boy."
And Chad heeled.
"Now, I am sorry that Chad isn't completely transformed for this class, but I'll make do. You notice how Chad's ears are getting floppy at the top? Now check out his tail," Rick said pulling Chad's jeans and boxers down his butt to reveal a wagging black furry tail.
"See how the fur around Chad's butt is tannish brown, and the tail and sides of his thighs are black, Can anyone guess what kind of dog Chad is turning into?"
Hands went up.
"Rottweiller?"
"Mastiff?"
"Mutt?"
"Doberman?"
"Cannot be a doberman, they don't have tails!"
"Actually, he is turning into..."