It's a Monday morning and there's a loud pounding on your door at 6:47 am. Ah the nice secluded life of cabin-dwelling. Nice of someone to help you appreciate it. You put on your slippers and open the front door. The angry speech you'd been practicing from your bedroom to the front door is immediately forgotten.
Before you is a foxy lady. Specifically a lady, who also is a fox. Her fur was red in most parts, but white on part of her face and on her torso. Her arms, which were currently crossed in front of her chest, were black up to the forearms, beyond which you can't see, for she's wearing a short-sleeved khaki shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and an assortment of green patches from what look like some ranger association or something. She looks angry.
"Where have you been?" she asks, angrily.
"Huh." you eloquently respond.
"You were supposed to turn into an anthro-something or other a week ago." she says. You're taken aback, of course. It's been a week and you had chalked that encounter with the elf up to a dream. But you're clearly not dreaming now because...well you can't prove that you're not dreaming, but you doubt you are.
"Well, out with it, where were you?" she demands.
"Uh...I was right here. Look I think you have the wrong guy." you say. In response she pulls out the clipboard she's been carrying. It has your name on it, your current address, the date that you ran into the elf, and a black spot next to the word "Anthro-".
"You're clearly marked as supposing to have turned into an anthro-something a week ago." She then sighs and composes herself. "The rules and regulations are quite clear. Once you enter the meadow you are required to transform into a being that is neither human, or animal...i.e. an anthro-something." She checks her clipboard "It says here that you walked away without choosing. Now are you going to choose, or am I going to have to choose for you?" she says with narrowed eyes.