here. Deb has also written about a Jack, continuing from other posts she's written.
"Are you sure this is ryerrr-it?" Jack asked, croaking out the last word. Since the change, he always had one word that croaked.
I rolled his eyes. I liked being a rabbit and having eyes to roll at the stupid things he said. "It's a tree with a door in it, just like she said."
"But, Tryyyy-van, croak, how can we be sure it is the tree and the door?"
"Look around. Do you see any other trees with doors? Come on."
He grabbed my arm. I flinched. When he had been lichen and I had been moss he didn't have fingers to grab me with. I still wasn't used to the tiny suction cups sticking to my hair. "Let's just be cerrrrr-tain this time. Not like last time."
"Last time turned out perfectly. And The Lady even found a new recruit."
"We still messed up--crrrroak."
I sighed. "Fine."
I leaned over and, placing my paw on the moss surrounding the tree, I sent my mind down, through the pink pads of my hands. The moss wriggled under my pressure and I lightened my touch. Its relief came as a collective sigh. My nose twitched as I formed the best image I could of the beast we were looking for: large, round nose, large, round eyes, triangle ears, and red. That was all the description we had.
The moss giggled and tittered; I had never been met moss so silly. But then it sent an affirmative shout and went still. I rose back up on my hind legs. "This is the place."
Jack nodded. We hopped to the door. I knocked with a hind leg. Then we waited.
After many minutes the door creaked open, but nothing was visible from inside except two dots of brown light. I cleared my throat and said, "The Lady sent us."
The door opened wider and my body shook in terror. Before us stood a round nose, round eyes, triangle ears, and red--but it all stood on the body of a fox.