Dave panicked and grabbed the side of the pool. He pulled himself out
and up on to the deck. His feet had changed to bright orange and most
of his skin was now shiny yellow rubber, but he was still shaped like
himself - mostly. As he sat there on the side of the pool with his
feet inn the water, he felt his toes splay and fuse.
He stared down at his now three toed webbed rubber orange feet. He
pulled them out of the water and stared. He grabbed on to his aunt's
lounge chair to try to stand. The rubber air filled feet collapsed and
buckled under his weight with a squeaky sound. He balanced awkwardly
on his duck feet until he got his balance again. Then gingerly he
walked toward the house. Each step squeaked weirdly, and he had to
stop to regain his balance with each step.
It took forever, but at last he made the door. He pounded on it with
his rubber clad fists.