As two mad asses ran down Western Avenue each with a different thought about sex, Mrs Wifflephaffer ran into the Livery Stable.
In a corner near the Mount and Mate department sat Henry still in a daze. "Oh Henry, said the Mrs. looking at him covered head to toe in a month's worth of beastly potions."
"Don't touch me Mama, I'm plastered with everything from animal to monster remede." As Henry got to his feet he slowly but cautiously moved toward the horse trough. Without getting a cut from all the broken glass covering his body, he dipped into the trough.
As Mrs. Wifflephaffer pumped the water pump handle a stream of water poured over Henry. "It's a good thing that your body is used to all those chemicals, dear, Ahh dear!"
Kneeling up to his waist in the water trough Henry looked up at his little wifee. No word could discribe what Mrs. Wifflephaffer was looking at. "HENRY!" Henry's face was covered in thick green lizard scales. A pattern of dark green with red scales around eyes and mouth.
Verticle boney scales started at the top of his head and ran down the spine to a curling green tail. Standing Henry's chest looked like a Crocks belly, thick cartilage skin with tight muscle. A sheath like a bull's only scale covered attached to his lower stomac.
Henry's legs were massive muscle the shape human but very strong. His feet were great webed toes with claws on each toe.
"Henry can you still understand me, said his dear Misses."
"Wes Wey Weer, as best Henry could talk with a mouth wide enough to eat Stella's butt and teeth of a prehistoric lizard the two walked to the Apothecary."