Smack me with a noodle! I forgot to put up a post for Elizabeth Mueller's Change Blogfest.
Sheesh, where is my head these days? Actually, I know where it is. My brains are tangled up like a bowl of the aforementioned noodles between returning from our vacation, looking for a new job, preparing for the upcoming semester, dealing with various family crises, working on my writing course and trying to entertain a grumpy, bored little boy.
So, with my apologies, here is a scene from my novel in which a character changes physical appearance. It was quite fun to write.
Brambleburr bowed deeply and gestured for them to enter. They stared at the door, which, though the right size for them, was much too small for the bear to enter.
“Ho-hum! I nearly forgot.” He shook himself all over, like a dog shedding water, and grew a little smaller. Then he shook himself again, and grew smaller still. One more time, and he was almost small enough to fit through the door. Then he reached up to his throat, opened the bear skin like a jacket, pushed the head back like a hood, and stepped out of it. There before them stood a little old man with a lined, brown face, tawny brown hair and a beard. His eyes were hazel-colored and bright, his back straight, his hands gnarled but strong. He was dressed in a soft brown suit, with a green embroidered waistcoat, and shiny black boots. Eyes twinkling, he picked up the bear skin and rolled it up. It became the size of a handkerchief, and he put it into his pocket.
“Now,” he said, flinging the door open, “let us all go inside.”