"Dude, you're not actually going to get that, are you?" Jon asked Sarah as she rushed out of the bathroom. "By the time you're decent, they're going to be gone."
"Eh. Well I'm just getting on my pajamas. Whoever you are I'm coming, just wait..." she finished by yelling for the one at the front door to possibly hear.
"Come on, just come back in here."
"No way, Jon, it's not so fun for me being in there anyway, I might as well just get the door, because I'm telling you this for your own good, but the whole bathroom stinks like a skunk now. It's not your fault, you're a fox, but we're going to have to wish away your anal scent gland after this, oh Pepe le Pew."
"Oh," Jon said, ashamed, as the pajamad Sarah went to the front door. It didn't smell like that to her at all, but logically, she knew Sarah was being truthful. 'Oh my god,' she thought to herself, 'I really am a fox now, a female fox. This isn't a temporary thing. This is me. I really need to completely change the way I think of myself. I'm not human. My species is not homo sapiens, it's vulpes vulpes. This is me, this is what I am. Well, if foxes weighed 160 pounds at least.' It was just so weird, to think those words, knowing they were true. Jon flipped the second switch in the bathroom, which as she expected, proved to be the fan. At least being a fox didn't prevent her from understanding things and acting like a human.
She held up her front paws in admiration. These were her paws! She wagged her tail. This was a part of her body, and it always would be! And the lack of the familiar thing in the front too, it was so strange, yet she was ok with it now.
There was a soft pawing at the bathroom door, and Jon opened it a bit. Mr. Katt came marching in.
"At least you don't seem to mind the smell," Jon said. "You're such a good kitty, I'm going to fall in love with you too," Jon said to her girlfriend's cat whose life she had restored.
BANG a deafening sound shook through the house. Jon froze still, while Mr. Katt fell over and lay still.
And then Jon realized to her horror, that Mr. Katt wasn't playing dead. He was dead. Jon gasped in despair. What? WHAT?!
Then Jon recalled her earlier words, her wish for Mr. Katt. "I wish Sarah's cat Mr. Katt would come back to life, with all his memories until the moment he died, and for him to have a young and healthy body right at the end of kittenhood that would live as long as Sarah does."
Still soaking wet, water drops dripping off her everywhere onto the carpet, Jon padded out of the bathroom and around the corner to see. Unfortunately due to the geometry of Sarah's house, she wouldn't be able to see the scene in Sarah's living room just by sticking her head around the corner, she had to get more out into the open. After doing so, she saw Karyn was standing over Sarah's body, a handgun in one hand, the stone in the other.
"I wish that no one would ever remem..."
"Karyn, STOP WISHING! Oh Karyn what have you done!" Jon cried out. She didn't want to get shot but she needed to say something fast or else Karyn would make a wish for something, and it sounded like she was about to make the ultimate wish for getting away with murder, wishing no one ever remembered your victim ever existed to begin with.
Karyn looked over at Jon. 'What the fuck?' Karyn thought, almost saying out loud, but then remembering to make a conscious effort not to say things out loud while holding the stone. 'A talking dog? It must be some sort of sentient pet loyal to Sarah that she wished for, better to kill it.' Karyn aimed the gun at Jon.
