"A dog," she says, with a sad look in her eyes.

"A dog it shall be," you say, and you pick out a magic skin of a female toy poodle. You give it to her and order her to put it on. She looks at you for a moment, and then she begins puting it on. She suddenly transforms into a small black poodle. You grab the small dog, lock a collar on it and attach a leash.

"There, girl," you say, "let's go for a walk. You like being take for a walk, don't you?"

The dog looks up at you silently.

"Let's go, Mary," you say. You walk around the bazzar. Mary trots along side of you.

"You know, Mary, I think I'd like to have you taken for breeding. A nice litter of puppies would be an asset." You lead her to a dog pen and request a male dog for breeding. You pay a fee, and then lead Mary into a small pen with a male dog that immediately mounts her. Mary looks up at you with an unmistakeable sadness. Afterwards, you pick up Mary and pet her. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Good girl."

You take her home and feed her some dry dog food.