Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday
Anders had woken up as a rabbit Saturday morning -- and it hadn't been bad, as far as being an animal went. He'd evaded the fierce hunters in his dorm room, nimbly hopped past all the assorted menaces on the island, and spent most of the last few days peacefully munching clover in the preserve.
He couldn't say why he'd ventured into town, beyond that he was a curious bunny and all the clover you could eat got boring after a while. Nor could he say why he bounced into a store full of things that smelled like predators.
He was gnawing on a partially open bag of timothy hay when he heard a pop and was suddenly much taller, more human-shaped, and just as naked.
"Oh, f---", Anders complained, and went to claim a t-shirt from the "me & my pet" display to cover his shame. "I'm going to be tasting grass for ages."
He couldn't say why he'd ventured into town, beyond that he was a curious bunny and all the clover you could eat got boring after a while. Nor could he say why he bounced into a store full of things that smelled like predators.
He was gnawing on a partially open bag of timothy hay when he heard a pop and was suddenly much taller, more human-shaped, and just as naked.
"Oh, f---", Anders complained, and went to claim a t-shirt from the "me & my pet" display to cover his shame. "I'm going to be tasting grass for ages."