"he found he was in the dark, lying against a lot of hard things;
and there he lay, in a stuffy box by the feel of it, very uncomfortably for a long while.
He had nothing to eat or drink; but worst of all, he found he could not move.
At first he thought this was because he was packed so tight, but afterwards he discovered that
in the daytime he could only move very little, and with a great effort, and then only when no one was looking.
Only after midnight could he walk and wag his tail, and a bit stiffly at that. He had become a toy.
And because he had not said 'please' to the wizard, now all day long he had to sit up and beg.
He was fixed like that." - Roveramdon, by JRR Tolkien