Nequais

No matter how much his friends talked up and warned Cliff about the upcoming Cirque, nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of waking up that morning a completely different person. The fact he woke up on his back is what he notices first. No wings? This has Cliff bolting out of bed and rushing to his tiny bathroom, twisting in the mirror. Yep, no wings. And what the? His hair! His fire engine red hair is now ocean blue. “What za?” he blurts aloud. Wait. Something is off. He grasps his sink to steady himself when he sees his face. What are those? Two enormous tusks now protrude from his freckled face. They are huge, almost the size of his head. Blue hair, tusks, and - he checks with a pat - a flipper like tail. “Imma Walwein?!” The next hour is spent with the newfound Walrein face down on his bed, trying to wrap his head around his current situation. Only when Tubs comes to check on her master does he rise for the day. He has plans with friends. After trying to calm