Suddenly, a group of boys come running by in a panic. One of them falls right at your feet. He curls up, tucking his head between his knees. “Are you alright,” you ask with your cigar in your mouth. You reach to see if he’s okay and the back of his shirt rips opened. Dark brown fur is all over his back and his hair has formed a dark mane up his neck. The boy pulls his head out from his legs and starts braying.
“HAW HEElp HAW heEEElp meeAWW,” the boy cries as his jaw snaps and his face grows long. His nostrils flare out and connect with his upper lip as brown fur covers his face.
Your cigar falls from your mouth as you watch the rest of his clothes tear off his body. “What’s happening to me,” a voice yells. You look up at the two boys across from you. The one’s socks have ripped revealing a dark set of hooves. The other boy bends down to look at his friend’s feet and his shorts rip. They fall around his ankles and his tail is free.