50 word Story Contest Week #15: "Missing Person"

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My feet hit the trail, and my face spreads into a grin. Senses sharpened, nostrils flared, I stride deeper into wilderness, my clothing rooting, becoming fur, sleek for sliding through whitethorn thickets. My shoes fuse to my feet, becoming leathery paws armed with retractable claws. I disappear into the bush.

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