As class started up, Neal felt more and more uncomfortable. His clothes were tight, and the fur seems to be spreading all over his body. Some of it was showing around the edges of his shirt sleeves and strands were poking over his collar. He knew he should be scared, or at least worried, but all he could think of was how exciting this was!
"Neal?" Ms. Kinney, the teacher, called on him. "Can you tell us who wrote "Toccata and Fugue in D-minor?"
That was last night's homework. He nodded. "Uh, yeah. It was Baaaaawwwch." The rest of the class laughed, but Neal turned red and covered his mouth. It almost sounded like he had brayed like a donkey!