There once lived a tiny little hippo on a

There once lived a tiny little hippo on a tiny littleland. He lived with his tiny little friend. One day there came a tiny little eagle and took the hippos tiny little friend.

Tiny little hippo said tiny little swearwords and followed the tiny little eagle! He tried to catch the eagle but he couldn't reach.

Because hippos are chubby with plump little limbs that can't really stretch that far. The eagle flew out of its reach, quite safe. But Hippo's have big mouths and it hawked a loogi

Plume and it turned into a horn. It blew at midnight, but hippos never could be ticketed. It was instead a ritual to leave them water holes of their own, untouched by humans.

But manufacturing water holes for hippos and then constraining ourselves to only robots gave us a, frankly, less than stellar performance. We don't know how they went wrong. The

next thing we knew accounting was lining up hamsters, rolling dollar bills, and snorting them by the line. They moved onto harder rodents, like guinea pigs and gerbils. One woman

, all ready hallucinating from too much rabbit, tried to inject an entire tapir into her left arm before leaping through the bay window and onto a fire plug, below. Coatimundis

protocols availed her for naught. The lupine rendition took over her hare addled parsnip for a brain. The tapir, meanwhile, had managed to free itself from being injected into her.

The menagerie of animal DNA roiled in her. Each strand fighting for dominance as the transformation took hold. She would become some kind or Were creature, but a Were what?

As she felt the transformation take hold, she felt her body becoming smaller and lighter. She was a Werebee. As she flew off into the air, she was lost to the scent of the flowers.