They woke up the next morning to go outside, and saw everyone was now a 3-year-old satyr kid like them.
Samantha saw her boyfriend Joe, who now wore a tee with overall shorts and run to him.
Samantha: Joey!
Joe: Samantha. Hi! Um, I pick dis fwowew fow you.
He gave it to her, and she put it behind her ear.
S:Tanks, Joey - you da beth boyfwend evew! How dis happen?
J: I pway fwoot I got in da mail.
S: Same hewe. Hee, hee!
She kissed him on the cheek, and they danced off arm-in-arm playing their panpipes together.
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