Chapter 20

Mopsy, his new rabbit friend, shrugged at the speech. “I don’t want to be a bunny 24/7, but if I could snap my fingers and change back and forth, that’d be nice.”

“Not me,” said Dirk the monitor lizard. “I’d gladly give up this soft skin in exchange for scales and claws, even if the rest of me looked mostly human. What about you, Mateo?”

“I—” Mateo glanced over at Dazi, who stood stock still, eyes alight with panic. “I would be fine with either, so long as I kept the tail.” He picked up his tail, which hung limply in his hand. “I like it. Wish I could graft it to my spine so I could move it.”

Dirk waggled his butt to shake his own tail, which looked like it was made from an old stuffed stocking bolstered with internal wire and a decent paint job. “Yeah, man. I could knock people out if this were real. Slap ‘em right in the face. Pow!”