THE FERAL DREAM             
                                          
  
  EVENT: INGESTION OF THREE HUNDRED     
  AND SIXTY MICROGRAMS OF SELATENINE    
  
                                          
      A GENTLE TRANSFORMATION OCCURS.     
                                          
   FIRST, JUST AN ISOLATED PRICK IN THE   
 FINGERS, WHICH COULD BE NOTHING. EXCEPT  
   THERE IS A TENSION THAT WASN'T THERE   
                 BEFORE.                  
                                          
    JOY AS A TELEVISION STATIC SPREADS    
  SLOWLY UP THE ARMS. (OLD LIMBS FALLING  
        ASLEEP FOR THE LAST TIME.)        
                                          
  NEXT IS A PRIVATE MOMENT, AND WE MUST   
   LOOK AWAY FOR A BIT. BUT WHATEVER'S    
   HAPPENING DOESN'T SOUND UNPLEASANT.    
   SHORT BREATH, MOANS, BONES BREAKING,   
  MAYBE; BUT THESE ARE RAPTOROUS THINGS,  
           THEY ARE EXULTATIONS.          
                                          
  FOR A SPLIT SECOND, THE ROOM IS DEVOID  
    OF LIFE. BUT THEN, THE EVENING SUN    
  FINDS SOMETHING NEW ON THE FLOOR. IN A  
   POOL OF PRIMORDIAL WATER, A SHIVERING  
       FOURLEGGER OPENS THEIR EYES.       
                                          
    THERE IS A SECOND BLOOMING, AND A     
    THIRD, AND A FOURTH. STRUGGLING TO    
   RISE, FINDING THE UNEXPECTED STRENGTH  
 OF THE NEW BODY, FALLING HEADFIRST INTO  
                NEW URGES.                
                                          
  ESCAPING THROUGH THE GLASSLESS WINDOW.  
      OUTSIDE, THE WORLD IS WAITING.