"Sorry for the wait. We're about 20 years behind," said the fairy, oblivious to your surprise.

"Let's see, you wished to be a dragon! There you go! You have a good day."

Gone, in a cloud of dust, leaving you; long, scaly, horns and claws, too big for the room.

What now?

(I'm sure this is based on something but I couldn't find a link. Anyone know?)

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