Continuation of Angellama
and Donkllama Dilemma
Angela Morgan was mortified. She had been upstairs in her room making frustrated llama sounds all afternoon. She was fully aware of her plight, but lacked the human speech and opposable thumbs to do anything about it. Suddenly, she found the problem fixing itself. Her hooves were splitting back into stubby fingers. Her spine was slowly allowing her to stand upright. Her snout was pushing back into her face. Angela looked in the mirror. Her head was still perched atop a long, fluffy neck. She still sported long ears and a slight underbite. A light brown coat still covered her body, which was more than she could say for the outfit she was wearing when she cast the spell.
Angela wasn't exactly back to her old self again, but she wasn't unhappy with the result. The spell did
make her taller, after all. She found some clothes that fit her semi-llama frame and made her way downstairs. Back in Underborough, her new look wouldn't be terribly out of place. She slid open the patio door and called out to her mother.
"Mom, I'm going to hang out with Shelley! I'll be back around--"
"Hold on, Angela," Rosemary said sternly from the living room. "Come here for a minute."
Angela clopped towards the living room as quietly as her hooves would allow. She saw the back of her mother's head over the back of the couch, but it seemed a little... high.
Angela gasped as a pair of long ears swung out from her mother's hair.
"Sit down, Angela. We need to talk about casting spells in the house."
Angela circled to the front of the couch and placed her thick, black-tipped fingers to her mouth. Rosemary's neck had grown long and hairy like Angela's. Her broad, fuzzy shoulders stretched the collar of her sweater. She sat with her legs crossed, dark hooves shaking impatiently from the cuffs of her jeans. Angela struggled to get the words past her elongated teeth. "M-Mom? How did... I mean, uhh... I didn't put a spell on you...
turned yourself into a llama and stomped around in your room for an hour," Rosemary said, patting the couch with a thickly-nailed, hooflike hand. "And you'd still be doing that now if I hadn't cast a transference spell. You were one hundred percent llama. I was zero percent. We're now averaged out. 'Thank you, wonderful, amazing mother.'
You're welcome, Angela."
Angela's mouth hung open. Her eyes soon welled up, and she found herself burying her head into her mother's long, furry neck.
"Oh, Mom, I didn't mean to screw up the spell this bad," Angela sniffed. "I didn't mean to make this your problem, I..."
"Angela, what kind of mother would I be if I left you like that? Cleaning up messes is part of the job," Rosemary sighed. After a brief pause, she playfully shook Angela's shoulder. "Absorbing your daughter's llamaism
is kind of an advanced mom move, if I do say so myself."
Rosemary's bragging made Angela smile. She could always find a bright side to all the outlandish things that happened since the portal to Underborough appeared. Angela hoped that maybe her mother's spell transferred some of her optimism as well. "I'll fix this, Mom, I promise."
"Damn right you will, sweetie," Rosemary said, teasing Angela's long ears. "In the meantime, for what it's worth, my eyelashes have never looked this good."