You're Ross, a 10 foot Joey with an appetite for plants. You may be a Joey, but you're no mama's boy. Although you are caring, you don't tolerate dingos and other predators who might take a bite of you. You were strong for a Joey your age. With a nasty kick and a swift swipe with your tail, most predators learn too late not to mess with you. As well as having your strength, you had a unique ability. You could turn predators or people you plain don't like into plants by touching, scratching or biting them so you could turn the tables on your enemies.
You know you're a force to be reckoned with, but someday you'll meet your match.
One afternoon as you were grazing on a dingo you've turned into a giant patch of grass, you heard someone was coming and it was...
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