How to become a fur
There were only a few clouds outside that night, lazily floating across the sky like baby lambs chasing stars. So pure and peaceful, she began drifting off, her eyelids slowly starting to meet. She was thinking about life. The life she had now... was it right?- was she happy? Just a normal human being, like everyone else, with pressures of being perfect. Aside from healthy living there was education, money, beauty, socializing, personal goals, and all the subdivisions in between she had to worry about. Not only that, but she was part of the destructive species. All these of these things she had to strive for would ultimatley harm the Earth and- well... everything. She wanted things to be simplier.
She looked back at the clouds again, the lambs, the simplicity. Animals lived a pure and good life. No educational worries, no pressures of beauty or money, all they had to do was live (and they lived well). They eat what they need and go where they please. The land was all they needed. The land around her was lush and full with vegetation and life of all kinds. It seemed so... nice, as wierd as that may seem. The bushes rustled loudly, like sandpaper, and a small furry creatured dashed past her and into the night. It's slightly small frame, big bushy tail, brilliantly red colour, it had to be a red fox. She was struck with slight nostalgia. A fox. For some reason that was the one creature that stuck with her, even in kindergarden. When the teacher asked what everyone's favourite animals were, she would hear things like bunny, cat, dog, horse, wolf, but she felt a slight tinge of pride knowing that she had her own personal preference every year. A fox.
Her heart was filled with longing and regret. She cried tears of pity and tried to hold them back, but just cried even more because she couldn't. She wondered what happened to the little girl she used to be. That naive, cute, innocent little girl who would play in the dirt and not care about anything the world threw at her. She laughed through her tears, remembering how she would get so into playing with her friends that she would forget to eat for the whole day and gorge herself all the next. She ached for it back. Not because she had more friends, or more things, a bigger room or anything, but... but what is she doing? Lying around with her head in the stars? Her life waited her, her hard life where making money and dying was what she had been programmed to do, but first... first she had t-to eat less to become more beautiful to get a job an-and then... she had to keep working and fill her home with things- useless things to try to fill the hurt in her soul and the strain in her mind until she fell ill with stress and depression in a world where she was entirely alone.
She looked at feet, her black worn through and muddy sneakers. The sky was far more interesting, She blew out a long yawn and watched the clouds spin around and then completely engulf her. They cleared, but must have lifted her elsewhere. There was no ground anymore, only stars and sky, but she was somehow still lying on her back and this seemed perfectly normal in her drowsy state. She looked up once more and glanced at a shooting star zooming by. With her last tired breath she wished, "...to be a fox. That would be nice..."
She lazily lifted her eyelids, but was forced to squint down from the blinding morning sun. The grass felt softer and the trees had a particularly charming glow about them. Even the leaves seem to radiat with light as the flew around her. She felt somewhat... happier. Looking down at her feet, she smiled and could feel her tail wag in excitement. She was greeted by a pair of elegant fox paws. Her wish came true.