"I'd still like to see them, if that's possible," he says. "If I can look at them, and maybe laugh at them, they won't bother me anymore."
"More for me then," Rus gives in cheerfully. "A pity. I think you should at least try it once. Of your own accord," he adds. "Just one!" Rus gives a little laugh. "It's so hard to choose!" He considers briefly. "Being a velociraptor has it's appeal. Or a tiger. But I'd really like to be a shark!" His eyes glaze just a bit. "They're the most efficient killers on the planet you know. Of course," he heaves a sigh, "there are logistical problems involved." Delighted, Rus plops right down on the pavement. The penguins bustle about him, making soft cheeps, begging for more fish. "Not now," he croons to them, stroking their heads. "You won't appreciate it when you're changed back. If you're very good," he tells the birds, "someday I'll turn you back into penguins and take you swimming."
Give her a pat from me, poor thing. I hope she's better. And sometimes it's impossible to tell which is which. :( I beg her pardon; I had forgotten about Charlotte. Arachnophobia is the most common one. I don't get it; spiders are so cool! Ah. Well, every fork Rus touches turns into a skull. He's got a really cool one of a boar-croc that was found in the Sahara in 2000. He's as transparent as pool water bless his heart! 'I like fudge!' :D