White one transformation 05

The world is a strange thing. Life is a constant saga of romance and betrayal, death and life, failures and triumphs. And among this drama are the small things. The ones that don't belong. They try to go unnoticed, because it's simple. They shouldn't be here.  As I speak, don't you wonder how they've lived among us for decades, without us even realizing the power right in front of us?

Human beings are intelligent, geniuses among animals. But sometimes they can be so ignorant.

The things I speak of are, yes, alive. I believe  I am one of only a few to have ever noticed them. They're such odd little animals. Their coloring varies but they're usually somewhere between white and blue. Their skin is smooth, like an apple, or at least that's how it looks; when they get spooked, they move at the speed of light, far too fast for any human to catch them or try to get a last glimpse, so I don't think anyone has been lucky enough to touch one. Their tails are large and bushy, like a squirrel's, and they have teeth like a squirrel too. They are peaceful and live in groups of three to four, so they have no defense against each other. But they have plenty of power, enough to strike down an adult man if they wanted. No one knows how this power works,because sightings of the animal are so rare it doesn't even have a name yet. It's ears are rounded like a mouse's, tufted like a lynx's, and its body has absolutely no fur. Only its strange, appley looking skin.

I shouldn't be telling you this. You won't  speak of this to anyone else?