The shapeshifter
Published in
May 1, 2021
a bite-sized dog tale
In my house lives a shapeshifter. She fluctuates her fluff from day-to-day and changes her species every hour. One minute she can be a proud, prancing lion cub and the next a little curled-up fox or deer. Sometimes she’ll leap and pounce like a cat or tug like a dog. Her fluff changes depending on her mood. When she is down she will fluff up in a sort of thin silky way but when she’s happy her fluff will be soft and thick. Every day she looks like a different dog although everyone can always tell it’s her thanks to her cute and bubbly personality. After all, she is a dog demon so of course, my little Beelzebub can shape-shift.
