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I was cursed with this ability. Hair grew out of my arms to shield my body. My legs broke, twisting to conform into an animal. Everything changed when I became a wolf. I no longer knew any of my friends. I had teeth that could bite, and eyes that could kill.
I wallow by the pond in the woods. I love the squishy feeling of mud squeezing through my toes. Giggling and squealing my cheeks are dirty like a little pig. Mud is my favorite. When my mother finds out how I ruined my pretty pink smock, I'm sure she'll be furious.
"You are eligible to win the grand PRIZE!" His voice exploded with excitement against my ears. "What kind of prize?" I asked sheepishly. His perfect smile widened. "Only the grandest prize you have ever DREAMED of! Now..." With a deft stroke of his wrist he pulled a booklet from his leather folder. "If you'll just sign a couple of these papers, we'll verify everything and you'll be on your way to win the grand prize!"
I've been around the globe, traveled to many countries. Tell me where you have been and I will tell you a story of living there. I've been amongst great monuments and places that would awe any human being. I've seen people at their best and their worst. Yet everywhere I go, it's always the same.
I am a phoenix prepared to fly. My feet pound over the ground until I leap off the cliff. My heart jumps in my chest. The wind lifts me higher, while the sun shines through my wings as I soar through the sky.
I rented a boat and drove across the harbor. The island was empty, except for me. A few macaws flew overhead and the sea carried their sounds across the waves. I never knew how great it was to get away, even for a weekend. Now, I never wanted to leave this place. But I'd have to go sometime... I took off my sandals and strode across the sand.
I was devastated when I found out the news. Soaking wet in the rain, I slipped my cell phone back inside my jacket pocket. Rain dripped down my nose as I stood in the dark waiting by the bus stop in vain. I thought he would be here. As the light from the approaching bus illuminated the street, I realized that my trip had all been in vain. I got on the bus alone.
The story had to be done. While Don was chewing out our current news-reporter on his behavior, I chewed my lip and picked up the camera. Then I ran out into the trees. Our subject was getting away.
"Argh-cut-tat-chooore...?" She stumbled over the word, then glanced up at her oldest brother. "Yes, yes, made from architects. They build buildings. It's their job to build things." "But what does it have to do with..." The girl flabbered a bit on the suffix, before pointing at the word. Her brother rolled his eyes. "That's the type of building that the architect makes." "Well, why didn't they just say building?" She whined.
Here we were in a dilemma. We had this dying animal in front of us. A fox on the sterile table of science and medical exceptions. Yet if we didn't rescue this animal, he would die of malnourishment and definite mistreatment. I sighed, then gritting my teeth, scooped up the tiny animal in my arms. I shot a glance over at my partner. "Let's go."
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