It was time.
When it became six o’clock, something… strange happened to everyone who bought anything from the stand, regardless of if it was consumed or not.
They turned into raccoons.
Orca huffed, stretching and reaching under the counter- muttering things under their breath. They pulled on something, and the entire stall vanished with a ball of smoke. When it cleared, Orca was nowhere to be seen, and the stall nowhere to be found, either.
Rawlyx had eventually gone back to her home, a treehouse on the outskirts of the island. Once she’d finished drinking her hot chocolate, she’d drawn a few things and apparently had fallen asleep. When she finally got up again… she was much closer to the ground than before. And that’s when she looked down at her hands, and instead saw paws.
‘Oh well.. okay this is different. I’ve got paws now… might as well find a mirror and see if anything else is different’ Rawlyx wobbled her way over to a mirror badly nailed on to one of the branches in the tree from which a raccoon stared back at her from. A squeak came from her mouth when she saw her new form. ‘A raccoon! OH WAIT SHIT I HOPE THIS IS A TEMPORARY OCCURENCE being a raccoon is chill and all but I don’t want to be a raccoon forever. Maybe someone in town can help.’ On her little raccoon hands she trotted around the floor, just to get used to walking around on four legs before she headed into town.
And then the most wonderful wonderful thought occurred to the now trash panda Rawlyx. ‘If I’m a raccoon, then I can commit as many crimes as I want and no one will ever know it’s me.’ A little squeal of excitement escaped the creature before it began to head into town, prepared to cause some trash panda mischief.















