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Do you find this drastic metamorphosis interesting? Believe me when I say
that it usually happens absolutely without warning. Sometimes I don't even notice the
first symptoms. It always starts with a slight colouring of the face. I don't feel
anything at this point. Then the colour of my hair gradually begins to change.
Sometimes it goes
red, sometimes
white or black. In particularly violent attacks it can even go
green.
The problem is that other people usually notice the change in colour before I do. I'm sure you'll believe
me when I tell you that this often leads to embarassment. I just can't prevent the change in hair colour. When my peripheral vision tells my that the hair at the sides of my face is turning a new colour,
I try to hide from the public as fast as possible. But often I only realise what is happening because of
the strange glances I am getting from other people.
Then the next phase occurs. My face starts to change into an animal
face. My body itches as if i had thousands of fleas. It begins to stink.
My nails grow sharper, lengthening and developing points.
I bare my teeth. No, I'm not turning into an animal.
Animals are sweet and kind.
It's a metamorphosis into something far more terrifying.
1) Look.
3) Take just another look...
2)Go on looking.
4) But now I wouldn't look any more, if I were you...
And now the time is coming for my to begin my mischievous rampage.
First I whirl and hop round the room, not knowing what to do with the huge energy
surging through my veins.
I look out of the window. An innocent old lady is walking past along the pavement.
"The hour of torture is come, granny!" I say.
I spread my dismal wings, swoop and circle over the granny's head.
Now it starts. With my long claws, ending in clumps of horsehair, I begin to tickle the old lady.
She defends herself, fighting me off with her umbrella.
But she hasn't a chance. Mikva the appalling knows no mercy.
The granny emits
strange noises. And I emit noises as well, even stranger ones.
The granny dances along the kerb and waves her arms. The other pedestrians run away from me,
and from the granny.
In the end I grow bored with tickling and fly off through the
night streets...
