Done for the kindhearted  loboser He asked for a bit of a hybrid of the different things offered in this week's sale. I couldn't help but oblige, and throw in a tiny quick non-canon story to go with it.

Candle looked over his shoulder as he ran, but his friend encouraged him forward.
"We've got to get out of here! Come on, once we leave these woods we can figure out what to do next."
"But Moth-"
"We might get out of here before she notices."
A great flapping of wings could be heard overhead and suddenly the faerie stood before the pair. They skidded to a halt and Moth scowled. Candle cowered, but his friend walked forward to stand between the faerie and the donkey.
"So you're the mortal dumb enough to try and steal from me. We'll see how you like paying for my property. If I've said it once, I've said it a million times. I hate when mortals meddle in my affairs!"
She stretched out a hand and her magic flashed. Suddenly, Blast was gripped in a transformation spell. Candle pleaded for mercy, but Moth would not be swayed. Blast, before his vocal cords were lost to the spell, was able to say, "We will get out of this, we... we... weeHAAAAWWW!"
Moth conjured a halter on the newly transformed donkey and gave Candle a glare. He hung his head and followed.

Blast belongs to  loboser
Candle, Moth, and their stories belong to me