A fox and his lamp. *short story*
storys from the Dojo: A fox and his lamp.
Disclaimer:this is a simple transformation into a plant, if you have a issue with me doing a clean story you can not read this!
The Dojo was located in the middle of a mystical forest, for those who come in stay in, and they like it! Well this story starts like normal, with a normal anthro white fox cleaning a very dusty attic. His name was no matter, in fact he was nameless. He was a lost tod when he wounder upon the dojo. He rarely talks to. Well he was given attic dutys for the day when he wandered upon a lamp. You know one of those lamps that has a light bulb...Yeah, something was strange about it so he moved to rub it a bit when poof! It turned into a small white rabbit in fancy clothing. "Hia im tinny a genie!" The tod raises a eye spot. "One of those guys that grants you three wishs?" The tod blinks, "....." Tinny huffs, "Make a wish kid..." The tod huffs, "I wished...for...a sword?" Poof a giant sword comes crashing down and through the floor, "Uh that was a little to large, curse my magic." Tinny grumbles. The tod looks down, "You had a large sword didnt you?" The guy blinks, "shut it kid make another wish...."
The tod humms, "I wish for......Hmmm a nice plant..." Tinny poofs a pot full of soil as he blinks. "It will need to grow but thats the best I can do!" The tod growls as he moves to the pot, "I want a plant in it!" Tinny sighs as he magics the tod to levitat and plant him on the soil. "alright." The tod blinks, "HEY!" Tinny blinks, "Aw crap!" The tod blinks his cloths disappear. "I wish this would stop." Tinny blinks, "you made your last wish kid I cant stop it...Oh well Im freee!" *poof he was gone.
The tod just blinks as he looks down his toes felt strange to him as he whines as they begin to morph painlessly into roots as they dig down, oddly he found the soil warm. His body or fur begint o fall off and give off a green hue, it seems that his legs begin to fuse and shorten as he shrinks down to the size of a young bambo tree. His marls and paws slwoly begin to fuse with his green body as it slowly gos into a shade of brown as small runs form on his tinning body, he was as thin as a pole as he groans a bit he felt him self split into two, then three separate plants, then everything went black, and that's how the small bamboo forest came to be.
Nelson looks at his class for a moment, "the moral is, be careful what you wish for cause magic doesn't work well!"