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Michael Spooner was a 23 year old white human male of below average looks, above average height and, average IQ. As a recent college dropout he was a very average young adult living an average life under the crushing debt of student loans. Currently he was having what his great grandfather believed was called a quarter life crisis. Having no sense of direction in his life Mike wanted to do something drastic.

Michael's great grandfather is a normal sized talking opossum named Kevin Spooner, AKA Grandpa Spoon. Spoon wasn't always an opossum. He lived a long life as a human and decided to go through the Non-Feral Animal transformation process to beat a terminal cancer diagnosis. Mike has only ever seen pictures of what Grandpa Spoon looked like as a human since Spoon has been an opossum for Michael's whole life.

Spoon uses his paws to flip through the pages. Looking over the completed paperwork and unsigned consent form, he then rubs his paw through the white mask of fur on his face. Spoon had enough human children, grandchildren, and even great grandchildren that he knew some of them would eventually want to join him in being a pretend animal. "You sure you want to do this, Mike?" asks the opossum sitting on the coffee table in front of Michael.

His lanky great grandson was nervous. The transformation is a semi-permanent process in the sense that there was a 50/50 chance your DNA would become stabilized enough, after a few years, to be able to get changed into something else. Mike reached forward to scratch grandpa Spoon's scraggly fur. He is trying to calm his nerves, Spoon thought as Mike finally answers "Yes, Grandpa! I found a well paying job at the new A.E.R. center." The Animal Emergency Rescue center, Spoon translated in his head. Mike continues "I just need you to sponsor me as my animal mentor and I will get fast tracked through the training" Spoon continued to enjoy the petting as Mike's nerves were calmed by it.

"But did you have to pick a rudderbutt?" Spoon inquired while pushing Mike's hand lower to rub his fat belly. Mike moved his fingers throught the fluffy fur and thought through the list of needed species on the consent form. He didn't want to be a large predatory animal. Too many restrictions to live with. Canines weren't on the list because the application pool was overflowing with candidates to do those jobs. Smirking at the rudderbutt comment, Mike replied "After thinking through the choices I was torn between an otter on the Aquatic team or an owl on the Aerial team. But then I remembered Aunt Kristen telling me how much of a pain it is to take care of her feathers after she became an eagle." Spoon paused as he remembered that she had always wanted to fly as a kid.

"Okay rudderbutt, I'll teach you all you need to know about being a Non-Feral Animal." Spoon said with a chuckle. "Thank you Grandpa!" exclaimed Mike as he excitedly picked up Grandpa Spoon and gave him a kiss on the head.

Grandpa Spoon signed the paperwork with his pawprint and Mike helped with a wetwipe to get the ink off Spoon's paw.

During the next few weeks Mike made all the arrangements to become an otter. He would have room and board at the AER Zoo during the second half of his training so he sold, gave away, or packed up the possessions that he wouldn't need any more for his new life as a rescue otter. He went for hikes with his grandpa and was lectured about the finer points of being an animal. Grandpa Spoon took an interest in the training and would regularly go to the classes perched on his great grandson's shoulder. The few times Spoon nodded off to sleep during the training classes Mike would hold his grandpa's tail up to a support strut under his desk. It would autonomously grip the bar and he would let grandpa hang sleeping while he finished his paper work and tests.

Finally the day came for the transformation. A large portion of his extended family and every NFA they knew came to his going away party to support him. It was a three ring circus with all the Non-Feral Animals running around the yard playing with each other. When his appointment time came around Mike left the party with his mother and Spoon. His mother let him drive her car since it would be the last time he would ever get to do that. She held Grandpa Spoon in her lap. As they drove she started tearing up a little. Petting Spoon really was relaxing her. She was glad her husband's grandfather had taken her son under his wing these last few weeks.

Walking into the plain looking building was anticlimatic. It looked like any other doctors office with a fishtank in the waiting room. They check in at the counter and take a seat. A man was nervously waiting on the other side of the lobby. As a freshly made hyena stumbles out of the door he stands up with a smile. "Jeff, you look amazing!" He bends down to hug the hyena as the dizzy animal stares off into space. The nurse hands the man a paper bag with the former humans clothes and personal items.

As the nurse is giving the man the list of care instructions for the first few days, Grandpa Spoon hops off Mike's lap and walks up to the brand new NFA. He stands up on his haunches and presses his nose close to the sitting 'yena's face. "How many shots of liquid courage did you take to get yourself ready to come here?" Spoon asks accusingly. The 'yena looks down and finally notices the fluffy white and grey pillow in front of him. The drunken hyena attempts to pass out on the unsuspecting pillow but it jumps out of the way as the 'yena head hits the tile floor. "This ain't my first rodeo!" Spoon shouts triumphantly after he deftly dodged being squished. He uses his paw to open the yenas closed eye. It rolls around and then looks at him. "He'll be fine." Spoon says letting go.

Turning to return to his family Spoon doesn't notice the yena pick up his head slightly. The hyena heaves and a stream of projectile vomit pours over the poor opossum's back. The nurse shakes her head and tells the attendant behind the counter to page a janitor. Jeff's friend apologizes profusely "I'm so sorry! The brochure said a shot of alcohol could ease with the transition, but Jeff just grabbed the bottle and started chugging."

"No big deal." Spoon says seething with rage. He walks around Jeff rubbing his soiled fur along the big hyena's sides. He then proceeds to climb on top of the hyena's back and wallow the filth into the remaining clean spots. Now both animals and the floor is a mess. Spoon asks the stunned nurse for the location of the nearest bathroom. He holds his tail up to the nurse and curls it into a hook at the end. "Do you mind taking me?" he says as he gestures to the carrying handle he made for her. She gingerly plucks him off the hyena's back with two fingers. As she is carrying him away by the tail he does finger guns with both paws at his great grandson and says! "Don't worry rudderbutt, you'll do great in there!"