Before you can answer him, a tear catches draws both of your attention down to his shoes. The tips of Harold’s shoes have begun to bulge. He takes a step backward and his right shoe rips open. His socks start to stretch along with his foot as his left shoe pops its seams. Harold stands awkwardly on his feet, like he’s on his tiptoes. He crouches down and pulls one of his socks off.
A thick black hoof is at the end of his now hairy foot. He looks up at you, still crouched down as a bulge grows in the back of his pants and quickly breaks free into long tasseled tail. He quickly stands up and grabs hold of it. “Harold,” you shout, “it’s happening what’s happening to you?”
“I don’t know,” he cries, “please, you have to help me, you HAW HEE HAW.” Harold throws his hands to his mouth again. He takes a couple of deep breaths and pulls his hands away. “I think I’m okay now,” but just as he finishes, his ears shoot up and turn brown with fur.
He reaches up to his ears, “AAAHHH, NO! No more.” You watch in horror as hair starts to grow onto his arms and face, but then you feel a strange tingling in your…