The fisher creeps up on the porcupine, hoping to corner it on a branch. The spined creature turns to face it's attacker, just what the
fisher wanted. The weasel-like creature begins clawing and biting at the porcupine's face, leaving gashes that drip blood. But this fisher
is young and inexperienced. It fails to back away fast enough after a barrage of bites. The porcupine manages to shove forward and
stick a quill into the fisher's paw.
The fisher looses balance and falls off the branch. It falls only a short distance before landing on the meteor. Before it can even feel
pain, the fisher begins to change. It suddenly grows to six times its original one foot length. Its legs change so that it now walks on its
two hind legs. Its forelegs become proper arms with paws becoming feet and hands with opposable thumbs. Its limbs lengthen to
become more human-like. Its brain swells with information, emotions, and reasoning. Its vocal chords change and its tongue becomes
trained to produce syllables. The now anthro fisher sits up on the rock, pulls the quill from its paw, scrathes it head, and promptly asks
the empty air: "What the hell?"
The other animals scattered when the fisher began to change and it is now alone. It examines its new body, amazed at what has
transpired. It vocalizes its newly acquired knowledge and vocabulary and laughs freely. It even hums an imitation of the songbirds it has
heard so often. And, of course, it checks out its new equipment.
"Damn, I was always hung, but now I couldn't even fit in a mate!" he says to himself proudly, hefting a foot-long organ and
proportionally sized testicles. He finds he is still the flexible weasel-family member he always was and begins to lick himself.
After a few moments of pleasuring himself, the fisher returns to examining his new body and getting used to walking on two legs. By the
time he is comfortable with himself, it is midday. The fisher wonders what he should do now, but his question is soon answered for him.
Something is approaching the rock.