John read the square and drew a card. It said, "Be a kid again. Take a break from the board, play duck, duck, goose. The player you goose will become one."
Erik and Billy's bickering stopped as John shrank down to the size of an eight year old. His goatee was gone, and his pierced eyebrow looked obscene on the cherubic boy's face. He got up and ran around the table tapping each player's shoulder shouting "Duck!" He'd been around twice and the unpetrified players were getting nervous about who little Johnny would change into a bird.
Finally, "Goose!" and Johnny really goosed...