Our search lead us to the Olymipc try-outs, but after the I drank the GatorAid I don't remember a thing. I woke up itching all over, my sight foggy.
"Lil?" I tried to say, but it came out as a growl.
Shakily I stood, then realized I was standing on all fours. Hyper disoriented I stumbled through the early morning mist and into a drainage ditch.
Hauling myself out I got a good look at my reflection.
"Oh hell's bells." I whined.
"You think you have it bad?" Croaked a familiar voice. "Look what I got stuck as!"
A two headed frog hopped across the highwhay to me.
"You're stuck like that?" I whimpered.
"Yeah, blighty transmorgafication machine." He/She/It grumbled.
"Ah... say what? I thought that technology was destroyed." I rumbled, scratching my neck with my hind leg.
"Yeah, well guyP said they were able to extract the infromation from Calvin'd mind with experimental surgery." Lil hopped into the water. "Obviously he didn't get all the technical details, he was trying to turn you into a fox."
"And what was he trying to turn you into?" I queried, bitting the itch at the base of my tail.