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Now this is a bit of a shorter story, but it is one I've wanted to write for a while, and honestly I wish it was longer but this is how it came out. Please comment if you read this, I'd rather you comment than favorite.
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Hello, I'm the author of this story and I want to tell you some stuff about myself before this story begins. I have been on the radio various times, some local and once on national radioo, no lie, usually I'm trying to win a contest, normally I never do. This is where the fictional part begins, today I finally won a contest! I was the tenth caller and I finally won! It got to the point that I would try to win things without even knowing what I'm calling for, and believe me, this prize doesn't seem like a real prie. It turns out I had won a trip to some old farm in Scottland, which trust me, was not really a prize but I had to go, the plane tickets were non transferible, so I took my vacation days at work, boarded the plane and headed out for Scottland, screw Disney Land or Universial Resort, I had to go to Scottland. The plane ride was really boaring because I had to fly out for hours without any access to the internet.
I spoke with the person sitting by me about this trip and how annoyed I was about it. He was sympathetic, he was in a similar situation, he had to visit family that he barily knows. He told me that he knew about this place I was going to and he got kind of worried. He told me he heard rumors from his grand parents about it and said that dark things were insode it. I asked him what he exactly was talking about but he didn't know any specifics; he just told me to watch myself while I'm there. I was kind of worried, but I didn't really care, he didn't really seem like a smart guy.
When my plane landed, I got off and grabbed my luggage. Once I grabbed them, I waited for my ride. Normally people see those guys with boards having their names on them, but I couldn't see anyone like that, and I was waiting for a long time. After everyone else had already left, I finally managed to see someone holding my name up, but it was not what you'd think. The person was a chipmunk, and trust me, I was more surprised by what he was wearing. If you saw a stereotype you have still seen nothing compared to this chipmunk. He was wearing the plaid hat, the knee socks, the plaid kilt, the works, trust me, seeing a chipmunk dressed like this left me baffled but I tried to move past it. He asked if I was Willis and I nodded, and he had the thickest accent ever, like Groundskeeper Willie, trust me, it felt like I was in a kids cartoon. He lead me out and told me we were going to the farm, and I pretended to be happy but I made it very clear that I was unhappy and kind of confused. I assumed there would be a limo or taxi but it was some carrage, driven by horses, like some old story. I was surprised by this, but I was standing with a stereotypical chipmunk, so could I really afford to be picky?
We were riding for a while in silence but after a long time I asked him some questtions: what is his name, who are his friends, what the farm is like, etc. He responded after I asked everything, and he was kind of vague, but it filled out the answers. "Me name is Gordon McSulty McKee, our farm is run by the Clan if the Tails. T'its been in our family for years to come, and we are very greatful for guests." He told me as we arrived at the farm. We were taken far out of any town and all we could see are cloudy skies and a secluded farm, filled with sheep. I was uncomfortable by this, worring that I would have to help with the work, but I don't think I would have to. When he told me 'Ckan of the Tails' that left me confused, so there are most likely more chipmunks, which will be strange to look at.
McSulty lead me into the house, which was actually pretty big for a farm house, it was almost like an old and small castle line in the movies. The interior was very old fashioned, beyond belief, like it was still in the 1600s, but I actually liked that, it gave it a cool retro look. He lead me into the dining room which was filled with more menbers of this, clan, I guess. They were all chipmunks and dressed just like McSulty, and honestly I wasn't really surprised anymore, I kinda saw it comming. They greated me with open arms and they all had that thivk Scottish accent. I was uncomfortable with all this so I just nodded along ald let them do the talking. McSulty was clearly the leader here, he was explaining what they all did and it was really creepy. I was in an old farm filled with chipmunks talking like Groundskeeper Willie, how normal is that for a radio contest? McSulty told me some thing about how their clan is ancient and sacred for them, just like this farm. It was boring, so boring that I actually asked to see the sheep just to change the subject.
McSulty lead me out to the sheep and lead me right to one, it was kind and social, and honestly kinda cute. McSulty told me that they are so nice that making haggas from them is just too hard to bear, but he does it anyway because it is too good. This made me want to throw up from the thought of both killing these innocent little sheep and from wanting to eat their organs... eww. McSulty was telling me more about what these chipmunks do here for fun, and honestly it was getting ind of fun listening to his accent at this point. "Well, me and my clan love to take a swing at golf and see if we can sink a score." Oh my gosh who wrote this stroy this guy is so racist! "We also enjoy a music night of the pipes, tonight me brotha's gon' make it nice and loud for the guest." he told me. I assume that means they want to play their bagpipes for me, which did not sound like fun at all. Bagpipes give me a headache and honestly it isn't something I would like to do, but McSulty seemed really excited to show me.
We went back in and met back up with the other members of the clan, it was dinner time. The food was haggas and sheep milk and seeing and smelling that just made me want to vomit, but the chipmunks ate it up happily. They were understanding because they know most other people don't enjoy eating sheep stomach, so they let me leave. Before I left, I asked them if they had any more of those hats, while their outfits were really ugly and old, I always had a guilty pleasure for those hats. McSulty left the table and lead me to a room with a whole outfit like the rest of the clan's. I asked what it was there for and why they had an extra, and McSulty simply told me that they hope for others to join their clan, but they never have much luck with it. I took the hat and he asked me if I wanted to wear the rest of the outfit but I denied it, which he was upset by but he let it slide, he had a feeling I would try it on later anyway...
It was late and I was tired, I just wanted this trip to end as soon as it could, but they wanted me to see their bagpipe performance first. I didn't want to, all this old Scottish stuff was really getting to me, but these chipmunks had been nothing but nice to me and let me stay in their home, I owed them something, so I agreed to listen to their bagpipes as long as it would be quick. McSulty went and grabbed their bagpipes, and his was different, it was green instead of red, but I didn't really care. They began playing some song I've never heard of and honestly at first I didn't like it, it was kind of annoying, but the more they played it, the more catchy it was...
After about five minutes of playing, I felt kind of light headed, and warm, as if I was being covered in a blanket. Instead, I was being covered in fur! Brown, black, white, all this fur, and for some reason it felt right, like I should have had this fur all along. I also felt a strange feeling in my hands and my feet, my nails were growing a bit, they became claws. My hand and feet also rounded out and became smaller, like paws. My nose felt kind of itchy too, like it was a bit wet, which it was becoming. I could smell everything so much better, and when haggas and sheep milk are smelt much stronger, they don't seem as bad. My face also stretched out a bit, not very much but it definatly stretched. Lastly, my ears had moved up, they slid right under my hat. It's official, I bacame a chipmunk, I truely became a chipmunk. When I opened my eyes, they were revealved to be spinning, as if the sound was hypnotic...
I had a strange craving in my stomach now, and I could smell that haggis coming from the kitchen still there, and I wanted to actually try it. When I told McSulty, my voice sounded different, "Eh McSulty, t'at 'aggas in t'ere seems b'tt'r now, me thinks I wanta 'ry it." It was much more Scottish, sounding just like the other chipmunks. McSulty and the rest of the clan smiled and simply lead me forward as if nothing had happened, knowing they had a new member of their clan...
Well now I am a true member of the Clan of the Tails. It may have taken some loud bagpipes which I had recently gotten very good at, but now I know that I belong with the other chipmunks, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Hello, I'm the author of this story and I want to tell you some stuff about myself before this story begins. I have been on the radio various times, some local and once on national radioo, no lie, usually I'm trying to win a contest, normally I never do. This is where the fictional part begins, today I finally won a contest! I was the tenth caller and I finally won! It got to the point that I would try to win things without even knowing what I'm calling for, and believe me, this prize doesn't seem like a real prie. It turns out I had won a trip to some old farm in Scottland, which trust me, was not really a prize but I had to go, the plane tickets were non transferible, so I took my vacation days at work, boarded the plane and headed out for Scottland, screw Disney Land or Universial Resort, I had to go to Scottland. The plane ride was really boaring because I had to fly out for hours without any access to the internet.
I spoke with the person sitting by me about this trip and how annoyed I was about it. He was sympathetic, he was in a similar situation, he had to visit family that he barily knows. He told me that he knew about this place I was going to and he got kind of worried. He told me he heard rumors from his grand parents about it and said that dark things were insode it. I asked him what he exactly was talking about but he didn't know any specifics; he just told me to watch myself while I'm there. I was kind of worried, but I didn't really care, he didn't really seem like a smart guy.
When my plane landed, I got off and grabbed my luggage. Once I grabbed them, I waited for my ride. Normally people see those guys with boards having their names on them, but I couldn't see anyone like that, and I was waiting for a long time. After everyone else had already left, I finally managed to see someone holding my name up, but it was not what you'd think. The person was a chipmunk, and trust me, I was more surprised by what he was wearing. If you saw a stereotype you have still seen nothing compared to this chipmunk. He was wearing the plaid hat, the knee socks, the plaid kilt, the works, trust me, seeing a chipmunk dressed like this left me baffled but I tried to move past it. He asked if I was Willis and I nodded, and he had the thickest accent ever, like Groundskeeper Willie, trust me, it felt like I was in a kids cartoon. He lead me out and told me we were going to the farm, and I pretended to be happy but I made it very clear that I was unhappy and kind of confused. I assumed there would be a limo or taxi but it was some carrage, driven by horses, like some old story. I was surprised by this, but I was standing with a stereotypical chipmunk, so could I really afford to be picky?
We were riding for a while in silence but after a long time I asked him some questtions: what is his name, who are his friends, what the farm is like, etc. He responded after I asked everything, and he was kind of vague, but it filled out the answers. "Me name is Gordon McSulty McKee, our farm is run by the Clan if the Tails. T'its been in our family for years to come, and we are very greatful for guests." He told me as we arrived at the farm. We were taken far out of any town and all we could see are cloudy skies and a secluded farm, filled with sheep. I was uncomfortable by this, worring that I would have to help with the work, but I don't think I would have to. When he told me 'Ckan of the Tails' that left me confused, so there are most likely more chipmunks, which will be strange to look at.
McSulty lead me into the house, which was actually pretty big for a farm house, it was almost like an old and small castle line in the movies. The interior was very old fashioned, beyond belief, like it was still in the 1600s, but I actually liked that, it gave it a cool retro look. He lead me into the dining room which was filled with more menbers of this, clan, I guess. They were all chipmunks and dressed just like McSulty, and honestly I wasn't really surprised anymore, I kinda saw it comming. They greated me with open arms and they all had that thivk Scottish accent. I was uncomfortable with all this so I just nodded along ald let them do the talking. McSulty was clearly the leader here, he was explaining what they all did and it was really creepy. I was in an old farm filled with chipmunks talking like Groundskeeper Willie, how normal is that for a radio contest? McSulty told me some thing about how their clan is ancient and sacred for them, just like this farm. It was boring, so boring that I actually asked to see the sheep just to change the subject.
McSulty lead me out to the sheep and lead me right to one, it was kind and social, and honestly kinda cute. McSulty told me that they are so nice that making haggas from them is just too hard to bear, but he does it anyway because it is too good. This made me want to throw up from the thought of both killing these innocent little sheep and from wanting to eat their organs... eww. McSulty was telling me more about what these chipmunks do here for fun, and honestly it was getting ind of fun listening to his accent at this point. "Well, me and my clan love to take a swing at golf and see if we can sink a score." Oh my gosh who wrote this stroy this guy is so racist! "We also enjoy a music night of the pipes, tonight me brotha's gon' make it nice and loud for the guest." he told me. I assume that means they want to play their bagpipes for me, which did not sound like fun at all. Bagpipes give me a headache and honestly it isn't something I would like to do, but McSulty seemed really excited to show me.
We went back in and met back up with the other members of the clan, it was dinner time. The food was haggas and sheep milk and seeing and smelling that just made me want to vomit, but the chipmunks ate it up happily. They were understanding because they know most other people don't enjoy eating sheep stomach, so they let me leave. Before I left, I asked them if they had any more of those hats, while their outfits were really ugly and old, I always had a guilty pleasure for those hats. McSulty left the table and lead me to a room with a whole outfit like the rest of the clan's. I asked what it was there for and why they had an extra, and McSulty simply told me that they hope for others to join their clan, but they never have much luck with it. I took the hat and he asked me if I wanted to wear the rest of the outfit but I denied it, which he was upset by but he let it slide, he had a feeling I would try it on later anyway...
It was late and I was tired, I just wanted this trip to end as soon as it could, but they wanted me to see their bagpipe performance first. I didn't want to, all this old Scottish stuff was really getting to me, but these chipmunks had been nothing but nice to me and let me stay in their home, I owed them something, so I agreed to listen to their bagpipes as long as it would be quick. McSulty went and grabbed their bagpipes, and his was different, it was green instead of red, but I didn't really care. They began playing some song I've never heard of and honestly at first I didn't like it, it was kind of annoying, but the more they played it, the more catchy it was...
After about five minutes of playing, I felt kind of light headed, and warm, as if I was being covered in a blanket. Instead, I was being covered in fur! Brown, black, white, all this fur, and for some reason it felt right, like I should have had this fur all along. I also felt a strange feeling in my hands and my feet, my nails were growing a bit, they became claws. My hand and feet also rounded out and became smaller, like paws. My nose felt kind of itchy too, like it was a bit wet, which it was becoming. I could smell everything so much better, and when haggas and sheep milk are smelt much stronger, they don't seem as bad. My face also stretched out a bit, not very much but it definatly stretched. Lastly, my ears had moved up, they slid right under my hat. It's official, I bacame a chipmunk, I truely became a chipmunk. When I opened my eyes, they were revealved to be spinning, as if the sound was hypnotic...
I had a strange craving in my stomach now, and I could smell that haggis coming from the kitchen still there, and I wanted to actually try it. When I told McSulty, my voice sounded different, "Eh McSulty, t'at 'aggas in t'ere seems b'tt'r now, me thinks I wanta 'ry it." It was much more Scottish, sounding just like the other chipmunks. McSulty and the rest of the clan smiled and simply lead me forward as if nothing had happened, knowing they had a new member of their clan...
Well now I am a true member of the Clan of the Tails. It may have taken some loud bagpipes which I had recently gotten very good at, but now I know that I belong with the other chipmunks, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Category Story / Transformation
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