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Copyright ©1990 by Carol Emshwiller

First published in 1990, 1990

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Outlandish Changes

Chapter 2: In Which Pooch Becomes a Vegetarian

Chapter 3: In the Nick of Time

Chapter 4: A New Home

Chapter 5: Daunted

Chapter 6: A Sorrowful Leave-Taking

Chapter 7: In Which the Baby Learns a Second Word

Chapter 8: Escamillo!

Chapter 9: Shocking Passions

Chapter 10: In Which the Baby Saves Them Both

Chapter 11: The Call of the Wild

Chapter 12: A Disturbing Phone Call

Chapter 13: Trapped

Chapter 14: A Festive Dinner Party

Chapter 15: An Aristocrat

Chapter 16: A Daring Escape

Chapter 17: In Which the Baby Saves Itself

Chapter 18: A New Wardrobe

Chapter 19: She Whom He Seeks

Chapter 20: A Catastrophe

Chapter 21: Rescued

Epilogue

* * * *
Acknowledgments
* * * *

Chapter opening quotes are from the following sources:

* * * *

Chapter i Newscaster, cbs, 1982

Chapter ii
Music Sketches
by H. Sherwood Vining

Chapter iii
The Garden of Epicurus
by Anatole France (Dodd, Mead, n.d.)

Chapters iv & xxi
The Transformation of Lucius
otherwise known as
The Golden Ass
by Lucius Apuleius, translated by Robert Graves (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1951)

Chapter v
Justine
by the Marquis de Sade

Chapter vi Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Chapter vii A letter from Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning

Chapters viii, xii,
The Portable Nietzsche,
translated and edited by Walter Kaufmann (Viking, 1968)

xiii, xvi, & xix

Chapter ix
The Greatest Adventure
by John Tame (E. P. Dutton, 1929)

Chapter x “The Three Languages” from
Grimm's Fairy Tales

Chapter xi
Further Speculations
by T. E. Hulme (University of Minnesota, 1955)

Chapter xiv “The Grown-up” in
The Man Who Had No Idea
by Tom Disch (Bantam, 1982)

Chapters xv & xviii
Meditations
by Marcus Aurelius, translated by Maxwell Staniforth (Penguin Classics, 1964)

(and all other quotes from Marcus Aurelius)

Chapter xvii “To a Waterfowl” by William Cullen Bryant, in
101 Famous Poems
(Reilly & Lee, 1958)

Chapter xx
Sirius
by Olaf Stapledon

Epilogue
Carmen
by Georges Bizet

Chapter 1: Outlandish Changes

There is more matter in the universe than we at first thought.

—CBS newscaster

"The beast changes to a woman or the woman changes to a beast,” the doctor says. “In her case it is certainly the latter since she has been, on the whole, quite passable as a human being up to the present moment. There may be hundreds of these creatures already among us. No way to tell for sure how many."

The husband feigns surprise. Actually he's seen more than he's telling, and right in his own home.

"But they are, it is clear, here among us now in many varied forms and already voicing strange opinions: some in love with water, rain, the tides; breathing heavily (as she does); while others quite the opposite, more like birds or foxes. Yesterday I saw one I thought quite like a giant sloth, upside down in the lower branches of a tree. Some are, you know, on the way up, others the reverse. As I said: woman to beast, beast to woman, and not much point to it all it seems to me. Marcus Aurelius wrote, and I quote: ‘Is the ball itself bettered by its upward flight? Is it any worse as it comes down?' When did you first suspect your wife?"

"...her mouth grown wide, lips dark, her eyes suspicious. She smells—I don't know—like something from a marsh. Has become irritable. More so than usual. Whimpers. Drops things. Or, on the other hand, like a snapping turtle, sometimes won't let go. Drinks too much...."

"Of course all this would be perfectly normal in a woman twice her age, but since she's only thirty-four, I think it's a good idea to see a psychotherapist at once, both of you. You say she was a fairly good wife and mother, though somewhat irritating at times, and you want her back that way as soon as possible? You must realize, however, that she is at this very moment in a period of profound change, both physical and psychological. Be surprised at nothing. To my mind it is as if they all had eaten an apple from the tree of a different kind of knowledge and have seen with new eyes, not that they are naked, but have seen that they are clothed."

What the doctor doesn't mention is how many similar cases he's seen and just how far some of them have progressed. He doesn't realize that the husband wouldn't be a bit surprised, that the husband realizes from personal experience that some of the women are already talking in grunts (if at all), while others, who used to speak only in guttural mutterings, are now mouthing long, erudite words such as teleological, hymenopterology, omphalos, and quagmire.

Christine, for instance, red-headed, plump Christine, who had several times been taken for an orangutan, can now argue her way out of any zoo no matter what the educational level of the keepers. Mona, on the other hand, can almost fly (though it is unlikely that she ever really will). Her husband complains that she makes funny noises, but her children like her all the better for it. John is divorcing Lucille in order to marry Betty (quite bearish still, but evidently what John wants). Mabel has only recently been given a name at all.

This is not the case with Pooch, who has had a name from the start and who now finds herself taking over more and more of the housework and baby-sitting, yet continues to be faithful. Her mistress is deteriorating rapidly—mouth grown wide, eyes suspicious. Her master (the man who visited the doctor, as mentioned a moment ago) has tried all the experts he can afford and they are now, both of them, in psychotherapy, as the doctor recommended, but it looks as though the marriage can't last.

In other homes, similar dramas are playing themselves out in various ways. A guinea pig named Cucumber (because of her shape, and sometimes affectionately referred to as “Pickle"), although not very smart, is taking over several of the easier tasks in the house next door. Cucumber has spoken to Pooch on several occasions, but Pooch finds it hard to be with her because she feels that she, Pooch, needs to hold herself back. Sometimes she feels she'd like to grab hold of Cucumber by the back of the neck and give her a good shake. And for no reason. Phillip, the king snake down the block, has turned out to be female after all, as has Humphrey the iguana. Neither of them, it is clear, has much maternal instinct, though, and they were last seen heading south on Route 95 with not so much as a good-bye kiss to the little ones who had watched over them tenderly, albeit not very consistently.

On the other hand, Pooch is doing the best she can for her foster family. (The mistress has taken to drink and sleeps a good bit of the day, but bites out viciously if provoked. Not that she hasn't done something of the sort to some degree all her life, but before it had usually been a quick slap.) Pooch now does the shopping as well as the laundry, diapering, and much of the cooking, though she is hardly as old as the oldest child she's looking after. Pooch, who had always been smiling and playful, now has become serious and sad, watching over everything with her big, golden-brown, color-blind eyes.

The psychologist has counseled patience and forbearance on the part of the family toward the mistress, wife, and mother. Pooch, who has never been patient, realizes the importance of this and conducts herself with a quiet dignity far beyond her years—always her mouth half open, always a little breathless. It's not unattractive.

Lately she has been yearning to see the psychologist herself. After all, it is she who has taken on more of the burdens of the family than could ever have been expected. But a visit is out of the question: the therapy is already straining the family's finances to the limit, even though the therapist is giving them a discount and the first few months were paid for by insurance. But at last the day comes when the psychologist himself asks to see Pooch. He has, no doubt, come to realize that she is a key figure in the dynamics of this tormented nuclear family and that she is probably the most stable element in it.

He understands a lot of things about her just by looking. Right away he senses her suffering (how she sits, demure, her arms around herself, held in, or rather, held together). And right away he guesses that she has been dependent all her life. Guesses, also, that there was some sort of break with her mother at an early age (how her hands hover around her mouth, her bitten nails), and that her toilet training may have been inordinately severe, possibly involving corporal punishment (her guilty look and the fact that, at first, she cannot talk to him at all). Of course these are only conjectures.

He asks her for her dreams. She remembers only a short one of rabbits. He asks her about her hopes and fears.... And has she no ambitions, no hobbies, no interests beyond the immediate family? It seems not. He asks about her youthful indiscretions. She says, None, but what she doesn't tell him is her sudden guilty yet happy memory of having pulled woolen caps and mittens off the heads and hands of small children or grabbing the fringe of their scarves. At the end of the session he tells her to do something for herself every day, if only just one small thing: take half an hour off to do something she wants to do, eat a tidbit of a favorite food, buy a small, inexpensive gift for herself, or perhaps even something expensive. Play a game of frisbee. This is orders, he says, doctor's orders.

Psychologically he cannot be sure that he is giving her the proper advice. It is clear that Pooch has always wanted to be of service to mankind in any way that she possibly can. From the general look of her, he guesses that her retrieving instincts are strong and that she might be passionately interested in swimming. Perhaps she can have no other joys but these.

* * * *

For the first few days after this session, Pooch does not dare follow his advice. Besides, she can't think of anything she wants or wants to do. But on the fourth day, on a whim, she buys herself a three-dollar bunch of daisies.

Had she a room of her own she would have put the daisies there, but she sleeps on the doormat. No one has thought to change this situation. No one has noticed her budding femininity ... no one in the family, that is. And after all, the house
is
small. Hardly enough room for the parents and the three children. So there's nothing for it but to put the daisies in the kitchen, where she spends most of her time anyway. But later on her mistress comes in and eats the heads off all but one, leaving only an ugly bunch of stems. Pooch blames herself for this, for having been a little late in preparing supper. She props up the remaining flower in a small glass, but it's too damaged to stand straight. Pooch gives up and eats the last flower herself. She is the one, then, caught with leaves sticking out of her mouth and accused by her master of ruining the whole bouquet. He slaps her several times with a rolled-up newspaper and does not wonder where the flowers came from in the first place.

* * * *

The psychologist sees Pooch for another session. This time he draws a picture for her of her id, ego, and superego, and explains to her that she should let the id have a little fun now and then. It's hard for Pooch to understand any of this, but she takes the diagram home and puts it in the only safe place she has, under the doormat. At night, when everyone is in bed, she takes it out and puzzles over the three circles that are supposed to represent herself, and the squiggles under them that are words.
Id,
then, is one of the first words she learns to read. After that, her reading progresses rapidly.

* * * *

A few weeks later the mistress bites the baby. Not only bites it, but refuses to let go until Pooch puts a lit match to her neck. Now the baby's arm has a large, V-shaped wound. Pooch is terrified. First of all, she knows that she will be blamed and that this is a serious offense that calls for more than a few taps on the head with a newspaper—which Pooch has never resented, knowing full well that, in some sense, she deserved them even when she hadn't done anything wrong. (Of course she deserved no such thing, but low self-esteem has always been one of her main problems, as the psychotherapist well knows.) But now she is sure that a few slaps will not suffice. Also she has heard about neighboring creatures who were taken to the pound and never came back. Recently several of her rapidly changing friends have suffered just such a fate (whatever it is), having become too hard to handle at home in all sorts of ways. However one may enjoy the possession of an intelligent animal, too much intelligence, too many pertinent and impertinent questions, and too much independence are always hard to put up with in others, and especially in a creature one keeps partly for the enhancement of one's own self-image.

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