“Mum, do you want to see me turn into a dog?”
“Don’t!” said the girl’s mother.
It was the mother’s desperate and fearful tone that made me look up from my book.
Although it was getting dark, I could see perfectly well, which is why I find what I saw so hard to believe.
The girl morphed into a small dog, similar to a Maltese.
“Please, not here!” cried her mother in a harsh whisper. “Come on!”
The girl morphed back. She saw me looking. She giggled at my open mouth, then ran after her mother.
“He saw me, Mum.”
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