The Grey Wolf Moryu was looking for attractions in an amusement park when he suddenly saw a dance hall. He loved disco and dance parties, so that was obviously a no-brainer! It was also convenient that he had put on his favorite party pants that morning. It was a bit dark inside the dance hall, but Moryu didn't mind. He had his own boombox with him, which he had deliberately brought with him to the amusement park so he could create his own amusement just in case no one else was hanging around at this place. Moryu put the boombox next to him on the floor and put on a tape. On the walls Moryu saw a number of posters, showing rock guitars and some phrases and slogans. He found one sign with the words ''KEEP YOUNG!'' on it particularly interesting. Despite Moryu being the only one here in the room, he was having a great time. While he was dancing, a strange feeling started inside his body -- a feeling that grew stronger and stronger as minutes passed. Since he had experienced this feeling a couple times earlier at this point, Moryu paid no attention to it. It wasn't until the song was over, and Moryu bent down in order to press a button to play the song again, that he felt that he had something wonderfully soft and warm around his waist. ''Oh... oh, wow!'', he said, ''this... this music REALLY makes you younger!'' Moryu danced on for a while until he was just too tired to take another step. He sat down and then slumped down next to his boombox in his party pants, which had now turned into a soft diaper pants with a cute bat portrayed on it. ''I...'', Moryu sighed in awe, ''I'm... I'm a toddler now...!'' At that exact moment, he heard someone stepping into the room, saying: ''Oh, hey little one... What are you doing here, sitting here all alone, without mommy and daddy?'' A woman had entered the dance room and squatted down in front of Moryu, who raised his little forepaw to be lifted up against the woman's chest in the process. ''Don't you feel alone, hun?'', the woman asked once more with her sweet voice. Moryu didn't know what to answer, neither if he could talk in the first place. ''Now let me take you to the reception, cutiepie'', the woman continued, cooing, ''and then we'll go find your mommy and daddy. Owww... hey, you're so CUTE...!'' Holding the boombox tightly against his belly, Moryu was carried by the woman all the way to the reception building of the amusement park. The only question now is: Would he still be allowed in the bigger attractions if he stayed a little, four-year-old-or-so toddler? Only time will tell...