The Faces of Something
The wolf turned back into the little girl with the pink tutu. She reached out for a book on the shelf. “Sit,” she said to Rane. Rane sat down.
Without looking at the book, the little girl asked, “Who am I?”
“You’re a shapeshifter.”
The girl giggled. “Nope!”
“You’re a little girl.”
The girl turned into a boy with rumpled hair wearing cargo pants.
The boy turned into a potted plant.
The potted plant turned into a grown soldier with a rifle strapped to his back.
The soldier turned into a businesswoman.
The businesswoman turned into a cow.
The cow turned into the little girl with a pink tutu. She asked again. “Who am I?”
“Someone,” she replied.