Oh my poor Joe

He puts his arms round his former son and hugs her in a fond embrace.

"Oh my poor Joe," he says, "It must have been awful for you..."

His gentle response tugs at your heartstrings, and soon the four of you are clasped together in one mass cuddle.

In a mischievious move, you pick up the marble, and have a sly wish before pocketing the marble.

Suddenly there is a surprised look on Ernest's face, as he feels changes in his body.

"Oh my god," he says as . . .

Written by Karen Ford (with minor edits by Phaedrus)