You make a quick dash, cutting across yards and into a small patch of trees. You hear the cop chasing after you. However intent he had been before, your fleeing seems to have gotten him motivated. He calls for you to stop, which you don't. It could be called a small miracle that he doesn't catch up with you, but your semi-panicked shortcuts seem to have won out.
You dive into a thick set of bushes to escape sight from him in case he catches up and pant for breath, but your breath isn't the only one in that bush. There's a pony there, the same one you saw from earlier. She speaks with a clearly female voice, "Are you being chased too?"
That sounds like a lovely excuse and you agree that you were being chased as well.
"That's too bad. They don't stop... Maybe they'll be nicer to you, since you're one of them." Her expression was one of saddened determination, and a horn that hadn't been previously visible shone in the darkness of the bush. "I'm sorry."
She zaps you. A bolt of magic strikes and swept over your form as the entire world starts to get larger rapidly. You fell out of your clothes as you quickly becom e too small for them and catch yourself on furry paws as you hit the ground, tripped on your falling clothes. Paws? You hold up the white-furred paw and let out an inhuman squeal of terror.
"I'm sorry," she repeats, horn still glowing as you shrink smaller and smaller. "Even I know a hunter when I see one..."
You lose sight of her, your clothing covering your sight. You fight your way free and discover that you are no human anymore. You are a rabbit. Your little tail twitches back and forth and your powerful legs make you bounce when you try to move, just walking feeling awkward. She's gone, taken off while you were busy.
It seemed the hunt had not gone how you planned at all.
Would you like to try again?