This Story Came to Me
By: Lance Holloway

I stood at the top of the cliff looking at the beautiful view.
The sun was setting and the full moon was over head. The stars sparkled
brightly. I looked up at the sky and raised my arms to feel the breeze.

However, the breeze decided to blow hard. I found myself tumbling
down toward the rocky ground. The ground approached faster and faster,
but in slow motion.

Suddenly I stopped. I looked down and saw I was just a few feet
from the bottom. Then I saw why I stopped. An anthropomorphic moose was
holding me.

"Hi, Lance," he said. I knew he was a he because of the huge rack of antlers growing from his head.

"Uh... Hi," I said back. "Thanks."
"No problem," he said setting me down. "That's what I'm here for."
I looked confused.

"I'm your guardian angel. The name's Alex," he said and held out a hoof-hand.

I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."
On the way home from work, Alex sat in the passenger seat. He
said that no one could see him but me. That was good to know. Now people
will think I'm talking to myself instead of talking to a moose man.

"Lance, I have some bad news," Alex said.
"And what is that?" I asked.
He looked down as he twiddle his thumbs. "Well.... Uh... It's time for my vacation."
"Yeah, every couple of centuries, we guardian angels need to take a vacation," he said. "And I hear the Caribbean is great this time of year."
"Well, I hope you have fun," I said.
"Thanks. I'm sure I will. But, don't worry. I'm not going to leave you alone. The agency has set you up with a substitute guardian
"A substitute?"
"Yeah. He'll be here in a few moments, so I better go. See 'ya around, Lance."
"Bye, Alex," I said and he was gone.
It wasn't too much longer before someone else was in the passenger
seat. It was an anthropomorphic kangaroo.

"You must be the substitute," I said.
"And you must be Lance," he said. "The name's Joey."
"Nice to meet you Joey."
He started looking at me closely. "You know, you don't look like Alex is your guardian angel."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, most people with animal guardian angels resemble their animal. You don't look anything like a moose."
"Well, I guess that's a good thing," I said.
"Sure it is. But, I don't like that," he said. "Just hold still, and I'll fix that."
I felt odd. My clothes didn't fit right and my mirrors were out
of place. Then I felt comfortable as my clothes fit, but the mirrors
still needed adjustments. As I reached up to fix them, I saw my furry
paw-like hand. It was covered in light brown fur. I turned the mirror so
I could look in it. I saw a morphic kangaroo looking back. I noticed
that I had a tail also, and it was poking out of a hole in my pants that
seemed to be made for it.

"Well, it's not what I had in mind, but it's much better," Joey said.

"BETTER!?" I yelled. "I'm a kangaroo!"
Joey smiled, "I know. You should be proud that I gave you such a gift."
"Oh, yeah sure."
"Well, I was just going to give you a few hints of kangaroo, but I guess I over did it," he smirked.
I got home and hopped inside. My mom didn't say anything about me
being a kangaroo. Neither did my dad or sister when they got home. How

I plopped down in front of my computer and check e-mail.
Hopefully I got some great stories from the TSA. I go by the pseudonym of
Weremoose. I just wonder what they would think if they found out I was
really a kangaroo.

I skimmed through the mail and then hopped outside. I loved
romping around the backyard. It was rather invigorating.

When I reached town, I went into the pool hall. Wiggy was there
playing pool.

"Hi, Lance," he said. "Nice body."
"Uh, thanks. It's an accident," I said.
I joined Wiggy in a game of pool. It was rather difficult to get
used to my new arms and hands/paws. I won most of the games anyway.
However, during the last game, Wiggy hit the cue ball and it cracked open.
A small dinosaur hatched out and rapidly grew into a full grown raptor.

It snarled at us and said, "Beware! The cows!" Then took off down the street.

Wiggy and I shrugged at each other and continued our game of pool.
After that we went back up to our dorm room. However, there were two guys
there already.

"What are you?" they asked.
"Uh, this is my room," I said.
"No it isn't. This is our room. We moved in this year," one of them said.

"Oh. Then that explains it. I graduated already," I said and I went down the hall.

It felt like someone was following. I spun around and saw no one.
I continued down the hall. When I reached the end, the door opened to the
outside. I hopped out and stared down at the steep slope covered with
snow moguls.

I flexed my legs and steadied my skies. In a huge leap, I started
down the slope. Unfortunately, I wasn't used to having these huge feet
and I tripped. Tumbling down the mountain caused lots of snow to build up
on me. When I reached the bottom I was encased in a huge snowball. I
couldn't move.

After finally thawing out, I looked around the room I woke up in
and saw that it resembled a museum. I was in the middle of a pre-historic
exhibit. I hopped over the railing and read the plaque. "The missing link between man and kangaroo."
"Moooo," came a moo from behind me. I spun around and saw a herd of cows touring the museum taking in pictures and everything. I hopped
back into my display and stood next to a stuffed "missing link."
"Hey, Rooboy," the stuffed kangaroo said.
"Oh, hi, Joey," I said as I recognized who he was.
"Well, don't we sound happy. I give you the perfect body, and you sound like you have had the worst day," he said.
"It's not that. It's...."

I rolled over and shut the alarm off. I lay in bed for a few
minutes to try to think of any reason to get up. Work kept popping into
mind. I hopped out of bed and got ready for work. As usual, I was
running late. It seems that every morning takes me longer to dry my fur.