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by the name of Karl Ward. All day he lazily lay there on the sun warmed rock gazing up at the tree-shadowed sun. Karl the platypus had no worries. His small mind was filled with his own contentment and what surrounded him in this little sludgy pond. He laid there on his rock watching the different animals surrounding the small pond. He gazed aloofly at two kiwala bears slothfully chewing at shards of green moist grass. These kahwala bears also had their faces turned toward the sun warming themselves in its rays. Karl laid there; watching as a brightly colored gecko skirted toward the pond’s edge. It was a bright orange with little black specks. The gecko proceeded to immerse itself in the water and then slide out quickly; repeating this motion several times. Watching this

gecko, Karl Ward the platypus realized he was hungry. He waded through the water searching as he always did for the little grubs, which stuck under the surface feeding on the algae accumulating on the top of the pond. He ate a few and then returned to his rock. He sat there, thinking of nothing, but the calming noises of the rainforest and the warm sun caressing his little furry body. He sat there as he did everyday, contemplating nothing, thinking about nothing. Just feeling worm and content on his small place in the world, his gray stone. It began to get dark and he curled into a little ball ready to rest his furry body. He lay there motionless with his mind blank in a sleeping state, for platypuses do not normally dream. That night though a dream did form whirling through his

brain and rippling his small subconscious. He dreamt that night of a huge stone ball rolling down a hill. This floating in empty space surrounded by endless black. The hill itself was smooth and brown with few ditches and mounds. He followed it and followed it as it seemed to roll farther and farther down this never ending hill though never changing it?s speed. As it rolled at this continuous pace down the hill he began to feel himself changing. These changes were small at first, such as a little itch on his cheek or arm. Then he began to feel himself grow larger and larger and his furry skin began to itch violently. The monstrous stone ball continued to roll down the hill and Karl Ward the platypus continued to physically change as he followed it. Then the boulder slowly came to

a stop. Karl slowly crawled around and to his amazement he saw standing in front of him a huge mirror. It was tall and gold plated suspended in air gleaming from some unseen light. He raised his eyes to look straight into the mirror, but he now was no longer looking at the image he had always seen back in his muggy pond. In it?s place was the face of a young blond boy. He was startled and didn?t know who that man was, but his little platypus brain was quick to except this change. He stood there in the same position staring at this luminous mirror, when something caused him to began to move closer toward it. He sluggishly crawled closer and closer to this mirror. When he was only a breath away he reached up with his new human hand and touched the mirror. It seemed to ripple like

water and his hand glided through it like liquid silver. He then raised his other hand and slowly slid it into the still flowing silk like mirror. He crawled closer and closer to this mirror melding himself with it and his new image. As his new body was completely immersed in the liquid mirror a brilliant light flashed and split the silvery glow. He could barely fit on his little stone when he woke up. HE awkwardly slid and tumbled from side to side of the now little gray stone. After a while of this turning he slipped off of his rock and splashed into the thick murky water. He tried to swim but his new body clumsily caught the water and only hindered him more. He began to sink but soon realized that his new larger size would come in contact with the bottom of the pond before he

had chance of drowning. He hooked his human hands onto the smooth stones in the floor of the pond and tried to crawl over the muddy bottom, moving toward the shore. The shore itself seemed much closer to him then it had before as he pulled himself slowly over the rocky bottom. Finally, he grabbed the thick grassy shoreline and tried to kick his legs to push himself over the top. With a lot of effort, he ended up on the grassy shore. Laying there he could feel the soft grass on his smooth hairless limbs and the sun on his back. He lay there for a while, when he felt a slight burning sensation on his back. He yelped and was startled by the sound this alien shell made. He realized then that everything had changed. He never questioned if the dream was real or not. He knew the second