"digitigrade"
James stood before the judge twisting his four thumbs. He had to win this scholarschip, it would determine his whole future.
"D-I-G-T-I-G uhm G-R-A-D-E pffh” James did not seem to notice that his stance chanced, his heels went up from his shoes into the air leaving him standing on the balls of his feet.
“Very good, that is correct” James looked at the judge who seemed very happy with the contest so far, is as almost weird the way she was smiling. James was just about to head back to his chair when he notices that is shoes were loose on the ground his socks where still clinging on to his misshapen feet. James picked up his shoes with his lower right arm and went back to his seat placing his shoes on the ground.
Ashley knew it was about to be her turn and made herself ready to speak. The floor felt cold to her bare feet and the remains of her shoes that were dangling on her ankles felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Ashley stretched her four arms and walked to the front.
“Ashley your word is...”