Josh rolled the dice wagged curiously with his tail. He got a three and a four and his figurine moved seven spaces. Now it was time to draw a card and hope for usefull transformation.
Hosh read out:
You tail is nice and very long,
and now you'll have a matching tongue!
And as the last word slipped from his mouth, his tongue followed immediatly. Elonguating more and mor with each second. It even split a the tip.
Josh tried to cry, but only a moan escaped his mouth, for there was not enough room to speak clearly anymore.