Roger had just turned into a dog. The first thought that crossed his mind was meat. "I recently bought some choice sirloin steaks. Now, where might I have put them?" He remembered storing his purchase in the refrig- refrig- woof. Big words were getting hard to think. "Meat. Kitchen. Woof." he thought to himself. "Woof woof meow. Meow!?" Why "meow"? Something was definitely wrong with him. He was a dog, but he didn't feel absolutely essentially like a dog. A new thought popped up. "Stick. Stick. Chase stick." That made him feel better. The sound of an opening door caught his attention. He couldn't put it into words, but he hoped it was his mistress bringing him a mouse to play with.

Story #53