Beneath the shady oak where Mary laid, a ray of sunlight cut through the canopy of the trees above to wake her from her shock induced slumber. As she became more aware, thoughts began to flood her mind as if they came to her in a dream while she had slept.
“What a crazy nightmare…” she grumbled to herself as she pushed herself up off the soft flora beneath her, but something didn’t seem quite right to her. As she raised her hand to rub the sleep from her eyes it hit her snout causing her to jump back in both pain and surprise.
“What the hell is this!” she shrieked as her hands explored the foreign extremity on her face, but as she uncrossed her eyes, she noticed that her hands were different as well. Her hands were completely covered in fur as if she were wearing an exotic pair of gloves, but as she tested the grip of fur on her skin she could easily conclude that they were not gloves. After exploring the rest of her body she could safely deduce that she was no longer human.
Her mind was racing, searching for any answers that could explain her predicament, but as she traced through the events of an hour before a rustling in some nearby brush made her stop everything. The object causing the commotion was audibly getting closer, but remained hidden among the shrubs. She darted behind the tree next to her and waited for whatever was heading in her direction. Soon, the tips of the bushes could be seen moving and to her surprise out popped…