“Well, what point is there in a duck that can’t fly? It all seems quite silly…” With that, Dariyama transformed quickly into a butterfly and began flying – admittedly, with great difficulty – around the room, before settling lightly on the tip of Desmond’s nose. Des followed it with his eyes, and began to stare at the magical creature, cross-eyed. “Well, what do you think of me now?” asked Dariyama. Des, nose tickling, instead began to breathe deeply, a sneeze clearly coming on.
Periyama sat her dainty, pink-feathered figure in a chair and continued. “Well, Dari has never been able to fly, and he’s quite sensitive about it…it’s a shame, because he can’t even shape-change in the world you come from. Well, except into simple things, like a – ”
“Ahhh….ahh…ahhhhhhhehCHOO!” Desmond sneezed heartily, sending Dariyama across the room and into a wall, where he transformed back into his true form, a green duck, with a sharp ‘splat’.