"Cool!" your brother exclaims. "Can I see? Can I see?" Fishing through your large pockets, you pull out a mirror. "Whoa! My face looks exactly like the toy! That's so cool!" he exclaims. "Bark! Bark! Ruff! Ruff! Barararararararaoooooh!" His playful bark suddenly began to sound more real. "Are you ok?" you ask. "Woof. I feel weird," he says. "I can hear better. I can smell better. I feel like....." his voice trails off as something catches his attention. "SQUIRREL!! BARARARARUFF WOOF WOOF!" He shouts, chasing off after a squirrel that had just run past. "Champ! Come back here!" you yell after him. "Man, what is wrong with him?" you wonder.
Running after him, you finally catch up to your squirrel obsessed brother. "Man you are one weird brother! What's gotten into you?" you ask. "I don't know, I just saw that squirrel, and couldn't stop myself," he says.
Turning around, you see your mom walking toward you; "Oh no, what is she going to think when she sees me?" you think nervously. "Mom! Mom! I didn't get the stuffed dog, but I got something better!" your brother exclaims. "I got turned into a dog! Woof Woof Woof!" He runs up to your mom and starts circling her legs, panting and pawing at her heels. "My my my! Look at my cute little puppy! We need to teach you some tricks!" Mom exclaims. "And who is this?" she asks, pointing to me. "It's me, Mom," I say. "I saw the face painting stand and thought I'd have a little fun, at his expense. The rest of the outfit just sorta appeared, and I thought, why not?" "Well you could've fooled me," Mom said. "I thought your were one of the carnival clowns!" "Honestly, I feel like a clown," I admitted.