Grampa was cut short by a scream from Gramma, who was battling a megalodon that was bursting out of Paco’s fishbowl!
“I don’t know what happened!” said Gramma. “This morning Paco seemed normal, then, after lunch, he transformed into a fifty-ton species of the genus Carcharodon, thought to have been extinct since the Pliocene era more than 1.5 million years ago!”
I managed to jam Paco’s mouth with a vacuum cleaner, but he was growing bigger and bigger by the second.
“Why would perfectly normal hound dogs turn into mammoths and a cute goldfish go great white on us?” I asked.
All of a sudden, we heard a roar from the living room.
We looked over to see Merle by his cat bowl, only Merle wasn’t himself. He had turned into a prehistoric saber-toothed house cat and was staring at us like we were filet mignon with chicken giblet gravy!
“Merle, you look different,” said Grampa. “Have you been working out?”
Merle jumped right at us with his huge, slobbery fangs. But instead of clawing us, he jumped past us to his scratching post and started purring.
“Still the same ol’ Merle,” said Grampa.
