You turn toward the mirrors, and notice a window with a cute Pekinese dog staring at you. You bend down, and find yourself dropping to all fours. Your hands and feet compress and contort. You look up with terrified eyes staring directly into the dog's terrified eyes. Only now do you realize you aren't looking through a window, but into another mirror. This fun house is a bitch, and now ironically so are you. Though you think the pink bow pulling the hair back from your eyes is a nice touch. You turn to admire your pert butt and wag your tail. You make one hot dog, you think, and almost trot toward the exit. You need to find another mirror. You turn back the way you came and frown. You hadn't noticed before, but now being less than a foot tall, you see that most of the mirrors stop 18 inches above the floor, the lower portion is just polished steel. You trot toward a mirror and take a flying leap. You are startled to see hurtling toward you the reflection of...