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Dreams Come True   My skin was literally crawling. I was perched behind a concealing bush in the backyard of a party, but something was happening to me. Then, I felt an impossible pain exploding on every inch of my skin. This crippling pain must have continued for at least a minute, until I noticed something very odd- my hands were shrinking, and my fingers were contracting into my palm. Gradually, and with intense pain, small hairs poked far out of my skin. Every one of these hairs carried with them the feeling of a needle breaking one's skin. After a few insignificant hairs tore through my skin, thousands more ripped through the surface, as if acupuncture were performed on every inch of my body. By now, I was lying face down in the mud, clenching my teeth and just waiting for this hell to pass. Several seconds later, I opened my eyes to find my skin to be covered in orange fur. I tried to scream, but all that passed my lips was a high-pitched yelp. I covered my mouth with my deformed hand, surprised again to find a snout instead. Another severe wave of pain brought me back down to the ground. What I experienced next was indescribable. My entire body seemed to contract into itself, my bones were shifting and scraping. This continued on so relentlessly, I could hear every internal movement my body made, not to mention feel it for an eternity. On and on, my body kept compressing and breaking itself, I knew I would not see daylight again. I was just about ready to give up, when the pain just halted. Over the heavy beating of the music, I could hear only my heavy breathing. Inhale, exhale; inhale, exhale. I pushed myself up to a crawling position, my breathing accelerated greatly with the effort. At last, I was ready to stand and try to call a doctor. I pushed up with my arms, fell back down on all fours. I tried again, but I couldn't seem to balance myself well enough to walk inside. I decided that was not important. I thought that in this condition, I had better get to a phone as soon as possible, no matter how ridiculous and degrading it was to crawl back inside. With unexpected ease, I was able to crawl about much more easily than I was ever able to walk. I started over to the open door, when someone inside spotted me. I tried to give him a look that said, "Please help me! Something isn't right with me!" But, unfortunately, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Instead, he informed the owner of the house of my condition. He must have thought I was drunk or something. The owner leered outside at me, and his face lightened up. That was disturbingly unsettling. He didn't come to me to help, but he dashed to another room of the house. Again, something must have been wrong. Something was wrong with these assholes, they can't even have the common courtesy to help a guy in what very well may be critical condition. Well, maybe he was going to get a stretcher or call 911 or something, or- he carefully stepped back into the room with

a long stick. I stepped cautiously forward to get a better look. The owner neared the open door, and that was when I got a clear view of his 12-gauge shotgun.    Holy shit! I wasn't in that much pain! I didn't need to be put down! I had no idea what the hell was going on, but I flew out of there under a loose brick in an old backyard fence. I didn't see exactly how the owner loaded and aimed his gun so fast, but I heard a deafening explosion in the brick wall now behind me, and a quiet but audible, "Fuuck, I only needed one more..." That was beyond disturbing. I knew I couldn't go back to the party, so I explored the small forest in our area. Behind this guy's fence was the town's small plant reserve, which was established as a means of preservation for wildlife. I started off in the opposite direction of the house, leaping over fallen trees, squeezing between narrow spaces, and constantly moving at a speed quicker than I was ever able to reach before. I don't know why I was able to do all of these things, but that was the least of my problems at this point.Man, I was thirsty. I couldn't go to where anyone could see me, so I decided to find the river in this reservation. This usually would have been easy for me to do, because I come here all the time when my load gets a little heavy, but I had never entered from behind that house before. Yeah, I was lost. But strangely enough, the sounds of the forest were greatly boosted. I have no idea why, and I was not going to question it, so I listened carefully for the sound of running water. I had a somewhat difficult time canceling out the rest of the night sounds- there were crickets, rabbits and other small animals rustling in bushes, hooting owls, cars on the nearby road, still a quiet hip-hop song in the background, and somewhere, a river flowing. I closed my eyes, concentrated. Listening. Listening. My eyes burst open. North-east! I ran straight toward the river, again swiftly dodging trees and bushes. Finally, a vast river welcomed me to its refreshing liquid. I could now slow down and walk calmly to the river's bank. That's funny, usually when I step on the river bank, sand beneath my feet make an obnoxious crunching sound. But not now. Now my footsteps were silent. I closed my eyes and plunged my mouth underwater, swallowing large gulps of water until my belly was full, and then I opened my eyes. I jumped back immediately. In the dim light, I saw not my face, but something else. I carefully stepped back over to the edge of the river. The moonlight told me what looked back at me had a snout, a small black nose, pointy ears on top of its head, sharp, pointed teeth, and loads of orange fur. I put my hand up to my face to feel what I was sure would be skin, but instead the back of my hand was greeted with thousands of hairs. Why couldn't I turn my hand? My hand wouldn't turn palm up, and in the open river air, I could tell why. My hand was not a hand. I had a paw. Unless I was

high, my dreams must have come true. My prayers were answered. I was transformed into a fox. I howled with joy for a moment, and then remembered the intense pains. Checking again in the river's reflection, I noticed no gouges, cuts, or even bruises, meaning that all of that pain occurred solely from a transformation. I guess now all you p-shifters out there know just what it means to go through an animal transformation. Well, I've wanted this for my whole life, now what do I want to do with it? I certainly can't show anyone, however much I wanted to. Well, I was starving after that event at the party, maybe I could just run home and grab a bite to eat. No, that wouldn't work without someone to open the door for me. Maybe since Irene had a cat, she would have a doggy door. It was worth a try, and I wasn't going to try hunting mice without some help. I hopped over a small backyard fence of another house down the road from the party, and snuck around the side of the house to the street. Waltzing on the sidewalk, I didn't care about passing cars. Besides, it was very unlikely to be seen by passerby cars in such dim light. I broke into a 30 MPH run to Irene's house.         ******About halfway from the party to the house, I spotted a group of three young teenagers swaggering down the sidewalk, so I hit the brakes and hid in a nearby bush. Faintly over the sound of passing cars, I picked up their conversation with my new finely tuned hearing."Hey dude, did you see that? Some dog jumped into a bush over there!" Idiotic 13-year-old doesn't know the difference between foxes and dogs."No, it was too small to be a dog, it must have been a cat." The whole bunch of them must have been mental. "You're all stupid," The third one replied, "Only foxes have big bushy tails like that!" That's right, I have a tail! I had forgotten all about it. "Imma go pet it!" I can't be sure, but the third teenager must have been either retarded, or drunk off of his ass. "No man, don't do that! He might bite you!" I was hungry."Yeah, that's not a good idea!" The second one was obviously a poser. I heard thunderous footsteps near me and soon afterwards, very frightening rustling all around me. I thought he would be smart enough to just walk away, but no. A small and soft hand reached out right in front of my face. If he touches me, I can't be held responsible for my actions, I thought to myself. A little closer, closer, his hand brushed my ear. Dinnertime! My teeth dug deep into his hand and immediately released him. Okay, I didn't know most teenagers kept such dirty hands... "FUUUCK!!" he clutched his injured hand. "Little bastard!" Hey, you provoked me, what the hell else am I supposed to do?"I told you not to pet him." The third guy was definitely the know-it-all of the group."C'mon man, let's get outta here." I can't tell you just how obnoxious humans are from the viewpoint of an

animal. Especially bros like them. ?                    ******Luckily my trip to Irene's house included no more dumbasses in my way, so the last mile only took a couple minutes. At last, a welcoming sign, CARNATION STREET protruded through the night. And...house 1519, there we are. I halted quickly on the pavement, and sauntered up the driveway. Well there was no doggy door on the front door, but perhaps in the backyard. A 6-foot fence door stood in my way. I chuckled at that. I remembered what I found myself able to do Thursday afternoon, so of course I should still be able to perform such tricks now. I backed up a few feet, and faced the side of the house next to this fence door. A few deep breaths, and I exploded at it. I leapt up and ran directly up the wall for a good 7 feet. Then, it was just a simple matter of stepping on top of the door. I grabbed at it, but only my front paws caught it. My hind legs slipped off, almost causing me to fall backwards. "YELP!" My new voice still sounded odd to me. I don't think I would ever be able to get used to that. I clawed at the top of the door wildly until I could balance carefully atop it. Then, I merely jumped down to the other side. Huh, in my human form, I could never make such a long fall without feeling something, but now it was simple and easy. I think I'm going to like being a fox! I walked around to the back, and searched the house for an entrance. Good for Irene, she built a doggy door into her back door for her cat, which I can now exploit. As my head popped through the flap, I heard a voice somewhere inside. "Are you lost?" I shifted my ears to the noise and searched for a figure somewhere in the darkness. "Who's there?" I asked. "I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. The question is what are you doing here?""I've had a real rough night, I need some food and water. I can pay you back later, I promise.""You? A fox? You must be crazy to think that I'd trust a fox! He'd have to be from Farthing Wood!" I slipped the rest of myself inside and searched further in the darkness for someone. "So how can you understand what I am saying? I don't think any other human could understand a word I spoke." "Well first of all, I'm not exactly what you would call human." The mysterious figure emerged from the darkness."Ooohhh you're a cat!""Nothing slips past you." Cold sarcasm hit me like a slap in the face with a wet fish. "Isn't your name Squeakers? I remember Irene calling you Squeakers or something.""Please don't call me that. I hate that name. Wait a minute, how did you know that?""It's a very long story, and I'd prefer not to go into it right now. So I can't just grab a few bites anywhere around here?""Listen to you! Who do you think you are? There is no way in hell I'm just going to let you just come right in here, raid the cupboards, and pin the blame on me!" He started

growling."How about I try to do something about that name you resent so much?" I had totally forgotten who I was at the time. Squeakers stared at me with his head tilted sideways, as if he were trying to read my mind. "Unless you suddenly learned how to understand the humans' language, you're full of shit. I would suggest you leave before something happens." He started walking slowly to me, without breaking eye contact. "Listen to me. If you give me a little food now, I'll-" Rather loudly, the front door swung open. Irene's voice rang throughout the house, "Squeakers! I'm home!" Squeakers moved his paw across his throat and said,"Get the hell out of here." He galloped up to Irene as if nothing were unusual in the house. Well I saw no reason to stay. I backed up through the doggy door and jumped the fence into her neighbor's backyard. Another animal caught my eye."FOX! THERE'S A FOX IN OUR BACKYARD!" A dog was doing his best to protect his territory. Luckily, he was tied to a post several feet away from this house's doggy door. I decided to help myself. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" The dog barked at me. I was getting impatient. I was too hungry to put up with even more ridiculousness. "Since you can't do anything about it, you don't need to know." "GRR! I'll tear you to shreds!" Whatever. I pushed the small door open and put my nose to work. More crazy barking ensued outside. As I inhaled short breaths with my snout on the ground, I picked up old eggs, the useless guard dog, several other human scents, scented candles, aha! Dog food. This trail became strongest near a closed cabinet. Easy enough, I just pushed my snout past the pantry door and found the huge, open bag of dog food. At last! Dog food didn't look too appetizing, but it may taste differently as a fox...It didn't. "Does your food really always taste this bad?" I yelled at the "guard" dog. He just kept barking at me. Idiot. I decided to check the fridge for something that tasted a little better than cardboard and Styrofoam. I simply pushed the fridge door with my snout until it opened with a crisp, cool sound. That chocolate cake over there looks pretty good. It was totally uncovered, it was just asking to be eaten like this! I dove right in, just gobbling up huge chunks. Wow, next to dog food, this cake really holds up. I had had enough, so I left the cake on the ground and exited through the doggy door, greeted once more with barking. "OOOOOOOOOWW!" A horrible searing pain bit an appendage I didn't have before. On reflex, I leapt 10 feet across the yard, then examined the damage. My tail! "COME A LITTLE CLOSER AND I'LL TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF!" Obviously, I thought, this is why all foxes must be so discrete... They're such a target, and no one really likes them... "If you wanted to kill me, you definitely shouldn't have told me you were going to do so!" I'm not sure if the pain leaked

into my voice or not."HUH?" One couldn't reason with such a rock of a creature. I scurried atop a shed, then bounded to the roof. Even more barking. The full moon provided enough light to view a twilit valley. Just for a few minutes, I allowed the rays from the lunar surface to seep into me, as I lay safely atop a neighbor's roof. I listened to the night ambience, as it was magnified for this pair of ears. Crickets, a couple arguing, mewing, tree leaves rustling, and my own heartbeat relaxing. The night was young, and there was tons of exploring to do!

          ******The sun had not risen above the mountains, but a pink sky started to illuminate the ground and the trees. I couldn't hide under cover of darkness; it was time to go home. Only three minutes after sprinting down the walkway, My house appeared over the hill. I hopped the backyard fence, and sat in front of the back door. Now how am I going to do this? The door loomed over me, an unlocked handle, but a heavy obstacle lay in my way. I decided to try to push it open. My front paws stretched up to the handle, but couldn't quite reach it. Again, but to no avail. This time, I rolled a big heavy rock to stand on so I could push the door open from it. I pushed it, and it started rolling. I concentrated. I forced my mind to ignore the intense pain the rock's roughness inflicted on my tender paws. The cars and crickets disappeared from my mind. C'mon, little more, The boulder of a rock escaped my control. Shit! It continued to roll. SHIIIIIIT!! I turned away, and covered my eyes with my paws. An almost deafening crash physically hurt my ears. I cringed and tilted my head to one side. I guess that was why dogs and animals did that when they hear high-pitched noises, because there sure was some ringing in my ears. Well, I might as well go in now. I stepped over and around all of the broken glass, and slid into my room. Wow. This room really does smell bad... I guess I should clean it sometime. I yawned, gracefully jumped up to my bed, and slipped under the covers. In 30 seconds, I had fallen asleep.

 "Markus." I jolted up from my sleep. The light of the day surprised me. This was the first time in months I had a good night's sleep, and the first time in since my parents left I woke up after the sun rose. The warm rays of the sun embraced my almost naked welcoming skin, as it is often too hot- wait a minute- I wasn't wearing anything! Also come to think of it, I never leave any windows open in my room! I inspected the remains of this area more closely. There was a huge hole gaping at me. Had I been robbed? And there was a rather large rock lying in my dirty clothes pile. Someone must have rolled a small boulder in through my window... I got out of bed, but clutched the cover to keep my whole body from being exposed. My body felt lighter than usual. Well maybe it's because I've been eating less. I mean I am pretty damn hungry right now...That diet

seemed to be working quite well for my shape, too. In a tall mirror next to my bed, I noticed a boy with surprisingly larger muscles all over his body, he appeared to be about three inches taller than I am. "Whoa." My chin seemed a little sharper too (I assumed it was me in this reflection, not just a hole in the wall aimed at some other room). I flexed my free arm, and gigantic, bulging mounds of flesh protruded from this reflection. I gradually tore my eyes away from the mirror, but not after flexing my pecks and my newfound abs. My hand pulled the blinds across the shattered remains of my window, and I just about ripped them off, without meaning to, of course. Then I took four cautious steps closer to the mirror and let the blanket collapse on the ground. Leaning in to the reflection, I noticed my eyes had somehow changed colors. "OH SHIT!!" How the hell could something like that even happen?? But the surprise from my eyes' color could not even compare to what I felt when I tried to rest my arms atop my head. "Ooooooooh..." I cringed and bent down in response to some feeling I had never experienced before. I padded down my hair around this sensitive area, and stared the top of my head in the mirror. Were those... fox ears?? I caressed these furry things attached to me, and I pinched each one gently. I jumped up a little. I couldn't utter any words after I realized Holy shit. I have another pair of ears. I just stood still in my place and continued to feel this new sensation of a new body part. I would rub the things, and I could feel them. I continued this endeavor for what was probably ten minutes until I was finally bored of staring at them. I sat down in my desk chair, only to find another burst of pain emanating from somewhere in my lower middle body. Just one more place I had never felt before, and, like anyone, I was afraid of what I didn't understand. I very slowly moved my hand over to my butt and felt a very hairy, even furry piece of skin on my lower back. I continued to slide my hand down this unfamiliar body, and the skin became furrier and furrier as I kept going. Eventually, I reached the base of something, some extra appendage that was equally scary to the weird additions to the top of my head. I moved my hand faster and faster across this strange part until I stood up briskly and faced sideways to the mirror. I very cautiously turned my head to view what terrifying thing was growing out of me... Some large tube-like thing totally covered in fur. I think I knew what had happened at this point, but some mechanism in my sub-conscious would not accept it as a possibility yet. "What the fuck is going on with me?" Did God just get bored today? Will this thing ever go back to normal? I already knew what was going on, I just couldn't accept it. I simply stopped trying, and laid face-down on the ground. This was the only way I could think of to not hurt these growths. I just laid there for 30 minutes, until my brain

finally unlocked this great secret. Last night was not a dream. I knew now that however unbelievable it was, I had actually turned into a fox. And I must not have turned all the way back. My heart was so heavy in my chest that I started to have trouble breathing. So what did I do? I leapt for joy. "YES!!!" At long last, my one and only wish had been fulfilled! Now I could be the being I've always wanted to be. I felt like I was floating above the clouds, I was flying across the sky in my heart. My life was complete.

          ******?   Eventually, I decided to get dressed and stop running around the house naked to see if I could turn back into a fox again. Quite luckily, My shirt fit easily over my head, and my tail could stick out just over my pants and under my shirt. To everyone else, these new parts were just me "expressing myself" and although that is true, they will never know the whole truth. I know that people are afraid of what they don't understand, and I am not going to offer myself to science and autopsies to further man's understanding. So this whole fox thing must be a secret. I stepped outside into a whole new world. The sky bluer, the sun brighter, and the school bus far louder. I think I've discovered just one downside to having fox ears... before the door even opened, I knew this was going to be hell. "Hey there, furry bastard! Where'd you get your new ears?" could be heard all over the neighborhood. Wally. He was a real asshole."I don't know, probably the same place you got that pubic hair you glued to your face!" I cupped my hands to yell back at him. That's odd, I usually don't even care what other people say about me! Must be part of my transformation. Wally had heavy facial hair that he was so resistant to shaving off, that I always wondered why he didn't become a furry. I heard no more from the smart man sitting in the middle of the bus. The bus doors creaked open, and I stepped into a new world of hate and bullies. The pounding noise alone would not stop assaulting my ears, let alone those who felt the need to yank on my tail as I passed by. The pain I experienced from the tail, on the other hand, was similar to pulling out hairs very slowly, except about five times worse. Every time one of them pulled on my tail. Most people would say at this point that their ears and tail hurt, but not as much as their pride. Not me, I've been reinforced to just not give a shit about anyone that says something like that to me. At last, I had swam across the ocean of failing "cool kids" who had nothing better to do than just pick on me, I held my tail in my lap, and sat on the edge of my seat next to Irene, so as not to sit on my new appendage. "Whoa!! Where'd you get your sweet new ears and tail?" She reached for my ears, but I stopped her before she could verify their authenticity and discover they were attached to my head."Careful, they aren't cheap. And I don't want to get

anything dirty on the first day!" I thought that sounded credible.  "But how do they look so life-like? And how did you do that with your eyes??" She seemed to be more and more excited with each question."Well, I just got yellow contacts with this order, and they're specially-made! And expensive.""Okay, I guess I can understand you being protective of them." She faced forward and didn't look at me. I figured that maybe if I let her touch them just once, she would stop pouting and we could talk about something else. "Fine! You can touch them very carefully. Just don't hurt them!" Irene beamed and slowly moved her hand towards my tail and glanced at me to confirm this action. I nodded. She stroked her hand all over the tail with the back of her hand, and I could tell by the expression on her face that she was impressed. "Okay, that's enough." Irene didn't appear to hear me. "Irene?" She wasn't blinking either. I cautiously moved my hand to her shoulder. She jumped in her seat and folded her hands in her lap.   "Yes?" She made excessive eye contact with me, except for the few brief moments when she glanced back at the top of my head, probably at my ears. She decided to touch them again.   "Uh go ahead. I guess you can touch them again." I plucked bits of dust off of my tail and stroked my hand across it nervously. Did she notice just how life-like they were? Well Irene certainly isn't the sharpest furry in the school, she probably wouldn't notice something like real fox ears. I would just have to wait for her to lose interest.            B O O M.I ducked at the speed of sound into the gap between the bus seats, and fastened my head to my knees with my hands, and accidentally violently crunching my new ears. My tail wrapped around my legs, and I remained there for what must have been at least 20 seconds. I felt Irene poking my upper back, and I unfolded myself gradually. I released my head from the grip of my hands, and my tail just unraveled from my leg on its own. I sat back down in my seat, realizing there was no immediate threat. I looked over at Irene, and instead of recovering from this thundering noise, she was slack-jawed and did not move a muscle. "What was that?" I leaned in, as she seemed more traumatized than I was briefly. Irene raised her open hand to eye level. She snapped her fingers, continued staring at me. My heart sank into my stomach as I put two and two together. I was the only one to react to the loud noise because I was the only one to hear it at such a volume. Irene snapped her fingers into my new ears. "I... I..." I had no idea what to say. "I've been practicing phantom limb. Uhm, it's like those ears and tail are really there! Really!" She wasn't buying it. "I-"   "You've got to be kidding me."    "I know what you're thinking! And it's absolutely ridiculous. There's no possible way on this planet-" She interrupted

again.   "You've got to be... KIDDING ME!!" She stood up in disbelief, and I coaxed her with a stage whisper.   "Irene sit down! They'll hear you!" She, once again, didn't hear me, or didn't care.   "How did you do this to yourself??" I have never heard such genuine intrigue and investment in my whole life. Clearly, the fox was out of the bag. Why not? I sighed and told her what she wanted to know.   "Something happened while I was sick, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was. I think it was somewhere downtown, and I remember waking up in a forest and touching a fox... but that could easily have been a dream."   "But... are they real?" Irene reached for them again, with a smile on her face. I smiled too.   "Yes, Irene. Are you... okay with this? I mean isn't it weird?" And this was the moment that Irene said something so wise beyond her years that I was surprised the words came from her.   "We're all weird on the inside, Markus. But just once in a while, it's nice to see someone like you finally able to express their weirdness to the world from the inside." I smiled again. "So is there any way I can get this thing to happen to me too?" I laughed.   "Believe me, Irene, it's not worth it." We both relaxed a little and faced forward. But then I felt around my ears, and I noticed something felt different about them. "Uhm I think something's wrong with my ears." I bent my head down to show Irene, now that there was nothing to hide.   "Nothing that I can see here." He poked them and folded them, looking for a problem on the outside. "Wait, how loudly did you hear that snap?"    "I think I might be deaf in those ears now... Goddammit, Irene."   "I'm sorry! I was just so curious... and I never thought that a pair of fox ears would be so sensitive."    "Well luckily for you, I might be able to fix it."   "Good! I guess that means you can't blame me!" Irene was quite a rascal. Then she stopped, froze, and looked back at me. "Wait, how would you be able to fix them?"    "See, that would just take more explanation." I swung my head towards her, and raised my eyebrows. She had a face covered in enticement. "Alright... These ears and tail weren't the first thing to happen to my body. The first weird thing that happened to me was... I turned into a fox. Like, I looked exactly like a fox. And in the morning, I looked like this. I'm guessing that if I can turn back into a fox, since my new set of ears came from nowhere the first time, maybe they would be fixed again." She finally hit her limit of believing the unbelievable.   "Okay, Markus. You know, I can believe having new appendages sewn on, I can even believe some kind of technology that can give you hearing. But expecting me to believe that you grew them on your body organically is simply too far. The only way you can fix those ears is

maybe with a mechanic." She wasn't angry, merely skeptical. I then realized that there is such a thing as being too honest with someone. At least, for now.   "You got me. I just went to a doctor and had these things surgically attached." It occurred to me that this was slightly less ridiculous than the truth, and yet it still made no sense. "I couldn't really hear out of those ears, I'm just a good actor. Happy?"    "Well I can't say I'm not disappointed. But I'm glad you've decided to tell the truth." She smiled to me and tilted her head sideways, and closed her eyes.   "You seem more like a cat everyday, Irene."

            ******   That day in 4th period, a bully who sat behind me with a shaved head and a Metallica t-shirt (real original!), slowly reached for my tail to stick his gum into it. I don't even know how, but by the now unusual curvature of my skull, I could see directly behind me as well as everywhere else. His hand inched closer... closer... HA! In a split second, I reached my hand behind me and pinched the two fingers carrying the gum and crushed them together. I felt his other hand clawing at my hand, desperately trying to free his red hand. I waited about five minutes until-      "Wally! What are you doing under your desk?" He looked up with a pained expression, I let go. "Wally!" Everyone turned to look at him, including me. I tried to look as condescending as possible, to get revenge since he bullied me on a daily basis.    "I... He... Markus is bullying me!" Wally was telling the truth. But truth is stranger than fiction.    "Wally, go to the office." The teacher uttered these words as if she had said them a hundred times. And she had! The rest of the class turned back to face the teacher, and dismissed this incident as just one more mistake of Wally's. Then, something about Wally told me more about the changes I went through than any mirror could. Wally's forefinger and thumb were bent backwards.

           END OF CHAPTER 2