There were no kittens here, but there was plenty of meat. As we traveled through the snow-covered paths deep in the forest, I couldn't understand what was happening until my father transformed into a dog; by then, my little feet were blistered from the frozen trails and rivers.
"Fragile, but my most beautiful seed," my father had said. I didn't understand why he compared me to a plant, but because he bought me a few pieces of chocolate to stop me from crying, I kept following his wide strides with my blistered, freezing feet.
Bungalows were everywhere. The cabins were so cute! Just like the ones the kids who went to scouting camp described. It was like a Smurf Village deep in the woods. But the number of dogs around terrified me.
"Father, can they all do magic tricks like you?"
"We aren't magicians, child…" He let out a deep breath, realizing the futility of explaining. "Yes, Vespera. We are magicians who can transform whenever we want."
