A hare was wandering through the forest, and came to a clearing, in which there was a pretty little house, all made of gingerbread. He could not resist making his way up to a corner of the house, and taking a little nibble -- which he found extremely delicious. There was immediately a terrifying "whoosh" and screech, and a horrific-looking witch appeared, and screamed at the hare: "This is my house ! Don't you go nibbling at it -- or you'll get something you don't want !"
The hare fled in terror; but in the following days, his memory of the lovely taste of the witch's gingerbread house tormented him; until against his better judgement, he made his way there again; and having ascertained as best possible, that the witch was away -- he started nibbling at that of which the house was made; his total delight made his awareness less than might have otherwise been -- suddenly, whoosh, screech, and, "It's you again ! I warned you the last time ! Go away -- last warning, if I ever see you chewing at my house again, I'll turn you into a goon !"
Once again, he fled in terror; but the taste of that gingerbread was so delightfully haunting, that he found himself -- totally against his better judgement -- going back to the gingerbread house in the forest clearing. "No activity here," he thought -- "I'll just take a very quick taste, and be on my way" -- so he started tasting; and suddenly, whoosh, screech, etc. -- "I've warned you ! Enough of this stuff -- [spell cast] -- you are henceforth for the rest of your life, a goon !" (And so he was.)
Which just goes to prove: Hare today, goon tomorrow.