"Well," Manny said, "I fancy morphing into... a snake!"
"A snake?" Margaret and Andrew said at once.
"Yup." Manny said. "A sssssssssnake. I've alwaysssssssssss fancied ssssssssssssslithering around in ssssssssssmall sssssssssspacesssssssssss and alcovesssssssss."
Of course, Manny's lisp had started to develop.
"Go for it, Dad!" Andrew said.
Manny wasted no time in tfing into a real snake.
His body elongated and thinned, his legs and arms melted away, and he even felt his hair falling out, moustache and all. His clothes, shoes and all, became scales.
Within seconds, Manny was now a Indian cobra!
"That was amazing, Dad!" Andrew said, jawestruck.
"Now, how will we fare against the life of a snake? Margaret says.
"Beats ssssssssssssslithering around aimlesssssssssssssly." Manny added.