He spreads his hands wide and points up. "Maybe She decided to let you stop before you got annoyed enough to go on a killing spree," he suggests. "It's chaos magic, ne. Subject to Her will and Her whims. That's probably why the shirt turned into butterflies," he explains, possibly less than helpfully despite his best intentions. "I asked for ducks."
Awww, sorry to hear that. :( Hope things resolve themselves...