
Tiktala looked down at what should have been her mittens and saw silver-grey fur, black claws-flippers. She tried to get away, but the flippers-her flippers-scratched and scrambled on the rock. Tiktala was a harp seal.
"Spirit " her cry rang out. "Change me back " But no spirit answered.
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