Since you were a kid, you always possessed this strange ability that none of the other kids had.  Usually you just thought of it as a neat trick, and didn't make too much of a big deal out of the fact that you could, on occasion, make your entire body briefly become all fluidy and change direction -- your front would become your back, and your back your front.

    Never did you really understand why you in particular possessed this ability, but none of your siblings had it.  When you learned that Uncle Bud's wife Bunny's last words were: "Beware - Bud can morph.", you thought that maybe it was just something that ran in your family -- some just had it more than others.

    But now you see things clearer:

    -Your true father's identity was kept secret.

    -You were even named Bradford Powell, Jr. to cover up the ugly truth.

    -Bud is your father, and that is why you share his deviant ability.

    Hoping it will do you some good here in this tricky predicament, you use your old ability to change your direction without turning.

    You succeed.

    But it doesn't do one lick of good.

    Because now not only is there a spinning motorized propeller between your legs, pulling you toward it... now you are face-down in the water and you can't breath.

    You suck in about two gallons of lake water.

    You attempt to directionally morph back to your original position, but taking in that much water has upset some sort of chemical balance.

    You get all fluidy, but stay that way.  The motor sucks you in and disperses you across the lake.

    Back up on the boat, Bud snaps out of his trance.

    He looks around, turns off the motor, and removes a rigor mortis fishstick from under the hood of his yellow slicker.

    He lights one end of it, inhales, then sighs out a long breath of fish-smoke.

    "I have no idea wht the hell just happened," says Bud.
 

The End
 
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