The elf rattles off a bunch of choices, most of which involve anthro-morphism. He gets to about "Anthro-Cheetah" before your mind finally gets around the fact that a being which your prior experience told you only existed in mythology, fairy tales, christmas stories and the occasional role-playing game book has suddenly appeared before you. You then slowly come to terms with the fact that continuing requires that you turn from human to something else other then human.
"...or you could turn into an Anthro-chicken, an Anthro-gnat, an anthro-wireless rout-" the elf continues.
"Whoa! Forget it."
"Forget it?" the elf asks, confused.
"Forget it. I'm not turning into an anthro-any damn thing. I'm pleased as punch just being regular ol' not-in-possession-of-vast-amounts-of-fur me. I just wanted to explore the area surrounding my new cabin, but it's NOT worth my humanity. I'm going back and making myself a grilled cheese sandwich."
"An anthro-grilled cheese sandwich?" the elf asks.
"No." you say.
"C'mon, how 'bout an anthro-unicycle." the elf suggests.
"No!" you say.
"I'll bet you'd like to be an anthro-human." the elf says.
"I'm leaving." you say, and leave. The grilled cheese sandwich is quiet delicious, and completely unenchanted. You have a wonderful and relaxing first week of cabin-dwelling.