I hired them to move some furniture, but one of them spilled my pup potion almost immediately. They both went down on all fours and started to bark, and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, boys, let’s work off some steam,” I said, and they bounded into the bedroom to wrestle and play.
A few hours later, as it wore off, they regained their voices.
“Can we do it again?” the shaggy one asked.
“Sure,” I said. “You’re just lucky you didn’t spill the potion that also causes transformation.”
“Wait, what?” said the other. “Can we try that one?”
And that’s how they wound up with permanent pointy ears.