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This was pretty close.
But the fur was a new experience. Oh, I'd grown fur before, but never any so long and
luxurious and dramatic. This was a regular fur coat, so to speak. Mostly black, but with an
impressive swipe of white down my back and into my tail.
The senses of the skunk were nothing dramatic. The hearing was a little better than human,
maybe. The sense of smell was good. The sight not as good as my own human vision.
And the skunk's body was not swift or strong. I shuffled and sort of waddled when I tried to
walk. When I tried to run I just ended up waddling a little more.
My front paws could grasp and hold things, but they were far inferior to my own human
hands.
It was the skunk's mind and instincts that seemed strangest of all. I've been inside minds that
were all fear, or all hunger. Minds that were keyed up, like they lived on adrenaline.
But this mind, this package of instincts, was so ... gentle. So unafraid. Not cocky and
swaggering like a big cat, just unafraid.
I was an animal no bigger than a house cat. No sharp teeth or talons. And yet just about
nothing in the forest messed with me. 1 felt the gentleness of absolute confidence.
I could hear the mewing sounds of the skunk kits within the burrow.
I waddled over to the opening and pushed my head inside. It was dark, but I could make out
four of them. Tiny, helpless little things. No longer infants, but not yet able to defend
themselves or hunt like skunks.
I know some people think animals don't have emotions. But those kits were happy to see me.
And something in the mind of the skunk was relieved and joyful to see them.
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I retrieved the frozen grasshopper, now completely thawed. I crawled inside that little hole in
the dirt. I curled around, and the kits nuzzled up against me. I fed them the grasshopper.
I knew I only had two hours in morph. But even though I had just gotten up a few hours
earlier, I suddenly felt sleepy. The meal was done. The kits wouldn't starve. And I was sleepy
and very, very peaceful.
Even in my sleep I knew what was happening to me. See, I had always loved animals.
Always. But now, I think was falling out of love.
Nature wasn't all cute and fuzzy. The strong ate the weak. The weak ate the weaker. It's what
the Yeerks were doing: trying to make prey out of the ultimate predator, Homo sapiens.
WHUMP!
"Hey! Hey! Are you in there? Cassie!"
I woke up. Where was I? It was dark. Was I in my bedroom? Was I ... oh, no, was I in the
termite colony?!
The four kits still slept, curled up against me. I was in the skunks' den.
I said.
"It's me, Jake, Cassie, get out of there. Now! You've been in morph for almost two hours!"
That woke me up all the way. I shot out of the burrow and instantly began to demorph.
Jake was standing there with Marco. Tobias was in the tree overhead.
I have seen Jake mad before. But I'd never seen him this mad. "What did you think you were
doing?!" he yelled, without even waiting for me to become human. "You were ten minutes
away from spending the rest of your life as a skunk!"
I said. My mouth wasn't formed yet.
"Are you out of your mind? What is the matter with you?" I'd never noticed that Jake has this
vein that kind of pops out on his forehead when he's furious.
"Look, I'm sorry," I mumbled, as I finished demorphing.
He was a long way from forgiving me. "This is not why we have this ability. We are not
trying to save every lost skunk in the world," Jake ranted. "We are an army. A small, weak,
pathetic, outnumbered army. We have exactly six members. Tobias has already been trapped
in morph. But he was trapped fighting the Yeerks. I can't believe you would nearly get
yourself trapped in morph over some skunks!"
Marco stepped in and put a hand on Jake's shoulder and kind of pulled him back. "Look, it's
okay, Jake. She's okay."
"Thanks to Tobias," Jake snapped. "No thanks to her."
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I didn't know what to say. I was too shocked. And to be honest, I was pretty horrified by what
I'd almost done.
"Marco. Tobias. Take a walk, okay?" Jake said. Then he turned and stood with his face just
inches from mine. "I know you had a real bad experience last night. I've been there. I've had
the nightmares. I know what's going on in your head right now."
"I'm fine," I muttered.
"Just shut up and listen to me," he said. But the anger was gone now. "I care about you,
Cassie.
We all do. And we all need you."
"To win?" I said. "You need me to fight battles? What if I don't want to fight any more
battles? What if I've had enough? I've done enough."
"You've done far more than enough. A hundred times more than enough. But the Yeerks are
still here."
I shrugged. "The strong eat the weak," I said. "It's part of nature. Humans always win, other
animals always lose. Maybe it's our turn to lose."
Jake nodded. "This isn't about some race called humans. It's about people we know. People
we see every day. My brother, Tom, is one of them. So why don't you go tell Tom it's okay
that he's a slave of the Yeerks because it's our turn to get hammered?"
He turned and walked away.
"Jake?"
He stopped.
"Jake? Urn ... my dad will have the skunk mother ready to be returned here in a day or so. I'm
not going to just abandon these kits."
He put his hands on his hips and glared at me. "You can't stay in morph that long, and you
know it."
"I know. But I have to make sure no predators come around. I have to get them food. And I
have to morph at least some of the time, so they can imprint on their mother here in the wild.
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