For those of you who have never been weasels, and I know you haven't, it is loads of fun. The energy in the body of a young mustelid is unbelieveable. Chuck, Kell and I spent countless hours playing in the woods.
In time, of course, even the boundless energy of our weasel bodies began to give out, and the three of us stretched out beneath a brimming maple to retire for the night.
It started to rain.
Mustelids, on the whole have remarkably waterproof fur. Unfortunately for us, we were exceptions to the rule. We weren't just weasels, we were BABY weasels, and as such, our fur wasn't really proof against anything.
There we were, soaking wet, huddled together and shivering in the freezing cold.
"Chuck?" said Kell.
"Yeah?" Chuck responded.
"I'm not having fun anymore."
"Me neither." I said. "I'd like to be back inside my apartment."
"With heat." said Kell.
"And clothes." Chuck added.
"And food." said I. "I'm hungry."
Chuck aimed his gaze in the direction of civilization. "You want to see if we can get inside?" asked Chuck.
Both Kell and I nodded.
Back toward home we ran, eyes almost shut tight against the driving rain. When we arrived, we found the door ajar, and the smell of fried chicken coming from inside. Going in cautiously, I discovered the genie sitting at my dinner table helping himself to my food. He didn't look quite the same, either. He had a snout, a floofy tail, and downy white fur all over.
"You have returned!" declared the Genie.
"You were right!" exclaimed Kell. "He really IS a weasel!"
"Weasel-genie." corrected the magical creature with a bow.
"Genie, we don't want to be weasels any more. We want to be human."
"I'm sorry." said the genie. "But you used up your one wish. However, your friends have not made any wishes."
without missing a beat, Chuck said "I wish we were human again."
"You don't want to be cute?"
"We do." said Kell. "We want to be cute as humans."
The genie smiled and waved his paws. The next thing I knew, I was growing. My forelegs turned to human arms, and my legs to human legs. I grew to my former height of six feet, and then stopped.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing." replied the genie. "You are now genetically completely human. However, your faces, fur and tails remain animal in compliance with Kell's wish that you remain cute.
"That's not what I meant!" Kell admonished.
"No? I'm sorry. At any rate, I can't do anything else. Only one wish to a customer." With that, he snatched up the rest of the fried chicken and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Looking at my two fellow weasel-oids, I pondered what the future might hold for three guys who looked the way we do.
The answer was obvious. Head down to the mall and look for girls.
And that's how we ended up here. Everyone thinks we're dressed up in costumes for some kind of promotion, but we're really just hanging out. You believe me, don't you?
"You do? Oh, I'm glad. It's because you're a what? A were-mink? You're yanking my chain.
Oh. I guess not.
This looks like the beginning of a very furry friendship.