lordofthecats | Andromeda A4, Saturday morning (Reply)

"Snarf?" asked Lion-o, looking at the end of the bed where his "nanny" was sleeping.

"Go back to sleep, Lion-o," grumbled Snarf without opening his eyes. "It's Saturday, and old snarf like me deserves to sleep in."

"But Snarf," protested Lion-o, poking him with one of his hooves, "something's wrong."

Snarf opened one eye, took a look at his charge, and yelped. The little lion cub that he was supposed to be protecting was now a baby blue winged unicorn.

"I don't like this," said Lion-o, tears running down his face. "I want to be a boy, not a pony." He started sobbing.

[Open, with possibly SP after noon.]