Chris looks over his shoulder, per chance ole' Beth Anne might be creeping up on him. One quick look done he again turns to face the big Sheep Dog.
"Well my friend make up your mind!" asked the big Doggy.
"Alright, I'm game for this!" announced Chris as he walked into the scene.
As he passed the threshold of the tunnel a flash of light blinded him for just one second. Then the kids began to play as the big dog ran to them all alive and in a frenzy.
Chris stood there for a second, then turned toward something just to his right. A rope was stretched from tree to house and that Monday's wash hung neatly pinned, fluttering in the warm Summer breeze.
A bonk to his foot brought the notice of a wicker basket filled with wet bed clothes and sheets. Chris bent over and picked up a piece of damp clothing with the odd intent of putting on the clothes line.
The children's play was getting a little rough and Chris hollared, "Children please play nice, I don't want to tell your Father of any rough housing tonight at dinner!"
The boys stopped and without say it even Chris caught the drift. If luck he was not to end up as a dog in the scene, he was stunned to find he was now a Christine and Mother of two roudy boys.