{ w h o } Graham, Danny { w h a t } Oh no! The petting zoo is under attack! { w h e n } Thursday night { w h e r e } back lot { r a t i n g } PG-13 for sad bunny imagery
Danny had spent the day hiding. Being stuck in his brother's body wouldn't be so bad, if people didn't see Carter and expect him to, well, to be Carter. Danny knew his limits. He could put on Carter's tuxedo and take his turn on stage, but he didn't have his brother's sharp wit. He didn't have a smart mouth with a ready quip for every occasion. And so he stayed in the trailer, trusting his brother to make excuses for both of them, until a noise made him sit bolt upright in his bunk, startled awake and thoroughly confused.
"Mitch?" Danny winced. His voice sounded panicked and unmanly in his ears, and still very much not his own. He ran stubby fingers down his body--Carter's body--in the darkness. Still stuck. But now the sound he'd heard was even louder, impossible to ignore, even caught up in his own worry. What was that? Some sort of animal? Or animals, Danny decided. There were animals going crazy out there!
It only took a minute or two to dress and hustle out the door, Carter's cane gripped in one hand. No need to try and impersonate Carter's distinct rolling gait. It came naturally, just part of the body. As for the rest, well, it was dark, Danny reasoned, and Carter was small. If anyone asked too many questions he'd just run off and hide! Investigating the sound beat sitting and moping.
The petting zoo seemed to be in an uproar. Danny brandished his improvised weapon and hurried as fast as Carter's legs would allow.