It made some sort of sense...after all...if her head was on a dog body...the dog's head she be on hers. She wasn't sure what to do. Her body was curled up the porch swing comfortably, feet up.
She hopped up onto the porch. She'd been holding the wishing stone...where had it gone? "Where is the stone?" She tried to sa...but it came out as a plaintive whine...
The human with a dog's head looked down at her. "Resting..." dog-head said. Karyn tried again...She got a look, and the biped shifted into a sitting position and looked at her. "My house..." she said.
She seemed to have Karyn's form...and the power of speech...speech Karyn understood...but she still sounded rather doglike. Karyn needed a new plan...
