This is not good.
You realise the extent of your dilemma when two antennæ poke through your the fur atop your head. These are followed by two delicate wings that rise out of your back. They seem a bit wet at first, but a quick shake dries them out. You still cannot speak, but Fred fills the silence with an explanation.
"I may have failed Design in school," he says, "but I think you've turned out just fine. You'll make a wonderful circus freak. Just imagine all the great names that people are going to call you!" Fred then breaks into maniacal laughter, and you can only shudder in revulsion.
Written by Joey Liverwurst
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