Nwa Pante Rising,
“Let’s get to it.” Shiloh sat on the floor next to her chair.
“Okay, shift,” Turi called out for her to change at random times while they watched TV. He had her switch back and forth sometimes so quickly that it triggered the bouts of nausea, and each time she did it, Shiloh’s confidence grew. Too bad he was going to shatter it when the sun set. As DUCK approached, just as he’d predicted, her success rate faltered. With failure after failure, Shiloh grew more and more frustrated.
*Fine, you made your point.* Shiloh’s tail swished in her agitation. *Can’t someone just find this switch and turn it off for good?*