At last, Mario was able to sprout the scales he had always dreamt of. After years of wishing and hours in the bathtub, Mario had finally woken up with a strange feeling on his thigh. It felt like he was turning into the large, leathery tongue of a dinosaur. When he reashed down and caressed his thigh with a timid hand, his skin responded with a slimy sensation.
"My scales," thought Mario. "They have finally arrived!"
His bed became wet to the touch, and started to liquify into a cocoon-like sac. The scales continued to spread like sprawling cement across a grassy landscape. His nipples vanished. His eyebrows fell out. His doddering human body was being transformed into a creature of the depths. Mario's eyes widened in surprise as he blinked away his eye lids. They remained shocked, and frozen in perpetual stupification.
He had always been fair-minded, confined to the thoughts that were supported by his school work. But school work? Why would anyone waste away their time as some fair-minded chair warmer when they could flush themselves and explore so much more? He began to have trouble breatheing, and then submerged his nose and mouth underneath his now dissolved and lake-like sheets.
"Wait until the papers learn about this!" thought Mario. "The fairest kid of them all turns into a fish!" He carved out what felt like a smile, but what appeared to be a quick "glug" of the mouth. "Now I wont have to turn into an old man, I'll just flip over one day and expose my belly to the sun. How easy is that?!" The motions of his wrists swished in his bed, and made him the ultimate swimmer of his domain.
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