you were on your usual walk one day when you tripped and fell down a hill. You felt a million prickly things jab at your skin and pierce it as you tumble down. When you finally roll to a stop at the bottom of a hill, you groan and stand up. You hold your head in your hands. Why does it feel fluffy? You look at your hands. They're paws now. Raccoon paws. This can't be happening to you... right?