After Eschaton

Diary of a Sarra's Daughter

Transformation?

SQUEAK!!! Squeak… squeak squeak squeak… squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak.
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(ARRGGHH!!! Umm… so I umm.. I seem to be a rodent. I’m not sure how I’m a rodent.
We were all sitting there at the big door and the rude (but fairly interesting people) wouldn’t let us in and all I could think of was that I wanted to be on the other side and that i wanted to be all small so that I could get through the little grate in the wood then i was scuttling through it and… and… now I’m all mouse.)

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