You begin to transform
You start to turn a putrid shade of green. The dog starts to howl with
laughter. Grass starts sprouting from your skin, along with daisies,
tulips and grape hyacinth. You realize that the bugs were not bugs at
all, but bulbs. Poor Fido doesn't know how to spell. Anyway, the dog
decides it's a perfect time for a walk, and you're the
lawn.
