Nothing happened. Mike still looked the same. He stared at you strangely. You didn't understand why it didn't work. Could it be possible that the curse was stronger than the Wishing Powder?
You heard Mike's belly rumble. "I'm pretty hungry," he said, rubbing his hairy gut with one hand while scratching his pointy ear with another.
He made his way downstairs, his hooves clopping over the wooden floor, and you followed him. In the kitchen he searched the fridge, but instead of grabbing a plate if leftover lasagna, he grabbed a bowl of salad and a carton of milk.
He sipped and ate the healthy snack, leaving you surprised, although you should expect this, seeing that that Mike is half goat now.
As he ate, you can see that his nails had grown longer, and long hair had grown on his chin. The tip of his nose had blackened as well, elongating slightly.
He now had the appearance of some real mythical creature. You decided that you had enough. You had to fix your brother, and you knew just who to call.
Picking up the phone, you dailed the number of Notz and Yeps.
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