Mishaps
You smile as your behind is sucked up but frown when you look at your hands. They are not quite hands; they only have 3 fingers and a thumb, each of them shorter , wider and clumsier than your real fingers! If you didn't know better, you would swear you had forepaws now. You stand up (funny, you don't remember falling down)... and avoid collapsing to the floor only by grabbing onto a convenient shelf. Yes, that dratted spell consumed a lot of your energy! You're going to need food... and when last you saw the carcass of that multi-legged deer freak, it still had plenty of meat on its bones.
You pause to let your head clear. Yes, going for that carcass is best, it's already dead so you won't have to tire yourself out any further by chasing down live prey. You're certainly not going to be flying! You think you can walk; you push off from the shelf and step carefully towards the exit. To no availe .you find yourself falling over again. Very well: If you can't walk on two legs, try going on all fours! Fortunately, this works. You don't crawl particularly fast, but at least you are moving, and your head doesn't spin nearly as bad when it's down here closer to the ground... At least these paw-hands are good for something. You don't think you'd want to crawl on your real hands!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 06 October 2010
The end (for now)