The tremors slammed into me before dusk, intensifying with the darkening shadows. Father grabbed me, knocked the paws out from under me and rubbed my forepaws, then my hindquarters as I spasmed. His strong fingers and angry grunts eased the intensity of bones elongating, skin stretching, and my tail pushing its way into my backside, making me yearn for ten bears mauling me instead.
In my father’s arms, I became a man.
He lifted me as I tried to straighten on all fours, and eased me upward onto two.
“You’re one ugly human, son.”
I'd like to say thanks for all the wonderful comments these past couple months. It's been a priviledge reading clips from so many fantastic authors. I havent been able to comment on all (sunday's my only day off the paying job), but it's been alot of fun trying.