Some people said they wanted more AR. Well, I am here to satisfy that demand. Enjoy.

I made this a while ago, I sketched it much like Cat's Cradle and then it slowly grew as the character shrank. (hee hee) I made a follow up pic just today. Its a single image so this is the main sequence.

The story is that this rabbit (no name currently), who lives alone in a dull apartment with white walls and floor (My excuse for no background) received an anonomous gift on his birthday. A string necklace with a smooth black stone on it. The stone looks completely unremarkable, but its smooth and almost soft to the touch and warm, as if it had been soaking in a hot bath. He tries it on and checks it out in a mirror. He thinks he looks a little silly and blushes a bit. Then suddenly he feels something odd, a gentle falling sensation. He looks down at himself, he was sweating slightly, it had suddenly gotten very warm. The falling sensation intensifies with a sharp lurch which startles him. The necklace swings innocently back and forth, bounching on his chest. It bounced lower and lower as each lurch seemed to bring the floor closer and closer to the rabbit's range of vision. The stone begins to glow, very softly at first then intensifying with each staggering acceleration of the regression. His clothes; a previously tight-fitting tank top and a pair of earth-tone orange shorts with a shiny yellow belt buckle, were loosening dramatically. The straps of the shirt slipped off his shoulders and the shorts fell to the floor as he stumbled backwards out of them clutching at the shirt which covered him to the knees now. He suddenly realized the source of the strange phenomenon occurring.

"This necklace-" He muttered in a higher voice than he was used to. It was shining a radiant indigo by now and he could feel it heating up against the loose folds of his shirt. He grabbed it, it was hot, very hot. It burned his shrinking hands, but he grasped it tightly. The only thing he could think to do was to get it as far away from him as possible. He swung his arm back and, with all his strength, tossed it into the air. The force of this action caused him to stumble backwards again, his foot caught the back of his shirt and he fell onto his backside. The necklace flew in a high arc, the stone propelling it onward with its weight and the black string trailing behind it like a streamer, before it plummeted. It struck the floor about a foot in front of the rabbit who had backed out of his tent of a shirt and was sitting covering himself the best he could with his paws as he glared upwards at the mirror on the wall. Now a mile away. The entire room had at least tripled in size. He listened carefully. Silence, then a muffled voice broke it. There was a knock on the door. He turned his tiny head to look in the direction of the noise. The knocking wasn't repeated, but the mail slot clinked as it was lifted and a piece of pink paper fluttered to the floor.

He tottered across the floor into the foyer to pick up the piece of paper. In scribbled blue ink it said:

"Time is not set in stone, little one;

Happy Birthday,

Enjoy your second Chance,"

There was a footer at the bottom as if scribbled last minute:

"P.S. : It'll wear off at midnight tonight, I'll be by later to check up on you, I'll bring some clothes and some mushy carrots which I know you'll like"

"Signed: K. C. Kroupa"