Be careful of the books you find on long walks in the woods, the ones with forest spirits in their pages and undergrowth guardians in their ink. It’s the magic in these books that’ll get you, work faster than you’ve ever imagined. Feel the rich chestnut fur that covers you now as your limbs bend to support not hands, not feet, but the hooves that will run you through the trees and the fields. Your ears bend wide to take in the sounds of nature now, your eyes grow stronger to spot the creatures hiding in the dark that seek to grab you. This is your life now, doe, this is the fate that’s befallen you.

Now go.