You are now an otter, your fur is a pure solid brown all over your body, with a little black nose and long white whiskers.
You seem to be wearing a white dress you look down and see a long thick tail protruding from your backside.
Suddenly another Mouse brings a bowl of hot soup to table next to your bed, the smell is tempting but you feel to confused to just chow down.
"I'm an otter..." You say slowly
"Of course you are!" Sister Buttercup giggles "What else would you be?"
"Oh Sweet Genius..." You say to yourself "This is just too tripy... Maybe I'm dreaming...Maybe if I eat something I'll wake up."
You take a spoon and stir the soup to cool it, You take a spoonful, you are not prepared for the spiciness that is like a jalapeno and cayenne pepper combined!
Steam pours from your nostrils, you start panting, Sister Buttercup hands you a glass of greensap milk to cool you down, you gulp it gratefully.
"I never knew an otter who had such a poor reaction to shrimp and hotroot soup." She remarks "Perhaps you are feeling unwell, I'll see if I can get Friar Hugo to make something a little milder."
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