The Shifter
James was born into a family of shape shifters. At twenty five, he could now take any form he wanted. He usually preferred ether human or wolf, but today he was a small pony, at a county fair. The county fair in this rural area was held at the far edge of a small town. Beyond the short fence was a ten acre field with nothing to stop a pony until it reached the other side where a dirt road ran parallel to it. A barely budding little girl on his back. The little girl was laughing and enjoying...