All the boys start to panic. Some start running around, not knowing where to go. Others plead with each other for help. Paul breathes heavy, confused and frightened, his long ears hang low and his tail tucked between his legs. He just stands there as herds of boys run passed him heading back for the main gates. One boy plows right into Paul and they both tumble to the ground. Paul looks up at the boy’s long ears, but the boy also had thick dark hair running down his neck and his face and arms were hairy.
The boy looks at Paul, “Please, help me, help meeeee.” The boy throws his hands to his mouth and rolls onto his back. He wails and groans as his hands start to crack and curl up. His fingers have turned dark and his arms are completely covered in gray fur. “No, please, no, HAW HEE HAW,” the boy shouts as Paul looks to the boy’s face.
His mouth is opened as if to scream, but just gargles and grunts come as the boy’s face stretches. His lips thicken and darken, his upper lip connecting with his widening nose. Suddenly, Paul snaps out of his trance as he feels stiffness in his feet. It aches at first and then feels like his toes are being crushed in a vice.
Paul is quick to get to his feet, he starts to run along with the rest of the boys, with agonizing step after step. A few more boys fall to the ground and scream, and even more bray like donkeys. The pain in Paul’s feet is making his sweat, or so he thought. He looks down at his shoes and sees that they are swelling at the tips, but he also sees his arms. Gray hair has started to grow on him and he quickly lifts up his shirt to see it spreading across his chest and back. “This can’t be, this just can’t…” Paul is interrupted when…