The strange toys are not done with you yet

"So, do we keep her this way?" you hear one of the stuffed animals ask. In a room full of toys gone mad, you cannot tell exactly which animal it is speaking.

"No," another stuffed animal replies. "I have a better idea."

All the toys in the room huddle up and have a brief, whispered discussion. They then turn back to you, menacing grins on their faces. You try to run, but they are on you again like lightning. Grabbing various parts of your body, they force you to do a couple of ballerina twirls. Then, suddenly, you find yourself thrown to the ground by the weight of all the rag dolls and other odd playthings. Everything goes dark . . . .

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself feeling stiffer than you ever have in your entire life. How long was I out?, you wonder. As you sit up, you look down at your body . . . and receive quite a shock when you glance at your latest transformation. What have these toys done to me? They've changed me into . . . .

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