Emily blushed so red the woman couldn't help but notice. "Oh, dear me, don't be shy now. Not when you're about to get what you really want."
"I'm sorry, I just feel silly all of a sudden," Emily said. She had trouble looking the store owner in the eye. "Wanting to turn into an animal...I feel like a kid."
"Kids are good. Kids have fun. Kids aren't afraid to imagine anything." The woman persisted. "Emily, do yourself a favor and tell me what you want to be."
"My favorite animals on the farm to work with are the goats," Emily admitted. "I spent the most time with them in past years, and they were so cute and fun. I still had a tough time working with them, though. Feeding them and milking them and everything. Maybe if I was more like them, it'd be easier.
"It would certainly make things more interesting," the woman said. "I'll bet you a full refund you'll have a better time with those nannies after this."
The woman led Emily down an aisle containing shelf after shelf of trinkets. Some looked like ordinary jewelry, decorations, or tools, while others were seemingly purposeless pieces of twisted metal, wood and string.
"Well," the woman said, "The first thing we need..."