The smell of freshly-baked cookies was too much for a four-year-old toddler Arctic Wolf me to resist. I came up with my own solution and pushed a lone wooden chair across the kitchen floor until it was right next to the fridge. I was just about to climb onto the chair, when Petra, the sweet Spotted Hyena caretaker, saw what I was about to do. She teasingly told me not to do it, and that I should ask for the cookies first before taking one. Let's say there's a reason the cookies were placed on top of the fridge in the first place.

Buuut, there was another reason for me to not be able to get to the cookies; to make sure I wasn't going to be able to sneak the yummy treats, Petra put me in a Regression Diaper, so I would shrink all the way to a four-year-old toddler puppy. Sure, the fridge may not be ~that~ ridiculously high, but it sure is a heck-of-a-lot harder to reach something that's on top of the fridge when you've been slowly shrunk down to a four-year-old in the span of roughly half-an-hour.