Freaky Fifteen
"Um," Frank said, "thank you very much for your thoughts, but we don't have any money for you and we really have to be going now."
Just as he and Meme began to back out, an earthquake knocked them to their feet. Bits and pieces of sparkly crystal rained down on them. Meme got to her hooves and shook her head to clear it. "Are you all right, Frank?" she bleated, noting as she did that her voice had gone hoarse from the fright.
A lovely sheep almost identical to herself slowly rose to her feet, crying out in fright as she saw Meme. "Oh no!"
Meme shook herself irritably. She could feel something strange in her head, and she couldn't figure out what. "What is it?"
"Something is very, very wrong!"
One goat and one sheep stared at each other, neither in the correct body.
"Meme!" Frank cried. "We're in the wrong genre!"
Just as he and Meme began to back out, an earthquake knocked them to their feet. Bits and pieces of sparkly crystal rained down on them. Meme got to her hooves and shook her head to clear it. "Are you all right, Frank?" she bleated, noting as she did that her voice had gone hoarse from the fright.
A lovely sheep almost identical to herself slowly rose to her feet, crying out in fright as she saw Meme. "Oh no!"
Meme shook herself irritably. She could feel something strange in her head, and she couldn't figure out what. "What is it?"
"Something is very, very wrong!"
One goat and one sheep stared at each other, neither in the correct body.
"Meme!" Frank cried. "We're in the wrong genre!"