Dile High

Dile High, the werecrocodilian, was looking for her buddy’s tiger. Her Baguette of Bioform Branchings held the gene-deets of all the her catalogued crocs; ones that had evolved to blend in with giant, ornamented statues! She dialed it, mixing her form with the directoried ‘dilians, moving up the branches—all the way to the colossal ones. From there she saw the whole neighborhood and reached out cupped hands towards the sighted tiger, who gladly climbed in, drawn to the sparkly gems encrusted amongst her scales.