Two weeks passed and I woke up in the morning in the body of a pig. Hippopotamus was snoring next to me. It was as if I woke up after a long, difficult nightmare.
At first it was very pleasant and funny to be a fox. I liked my new self. At first I was constantly spinning in front of the mirror, Uncle Henry didn't lag behind either.
But then it all started to irritate me terribly: the mustache that gets caught on everything, the long fluffy tail that often gets caught in the closing door.
And the people around me began to treat me differently. Consultants in stores watched my every move, cashiers carefully checked my money when I paid for purchases, and security guards searched me at every opportunity.
Hippo wasn't happy either, having turned into an elephant. For some reason he started to feel shy about his trunk and huge ears, although at first we had a lot of fun with it
He didn't like his tusks either...
And Uncle Henry has been whining lately that he would like to be himself again. He was depressed by the constant attention and admiration of others.
Now everything has returned. So the effect of the peach is temporary.
I am very happy about this.