Prudence trotted up to the front of the house with Wendell clinging to her neck. The door was already open, as if someone were expecting them. Prudence stood in the doorway, sniffing around for an intruder, but she couldn't smell anything.
Samantha waited for them at the top of the stairs. Prudence squealed in terror at the sight of the bloody meat cleaver in Samantha's hand ready to slice Prudence into cold cuts. Instead, Samantha tucked the cleaver into her belt and applauded. "Well, I guess this answers the question of whether a pig and a baby can drive a car," she said. "Congratulations, you got a lot farther than I ever thought possible. Unfortunately, it's not far enough."
Samantha glided down the steps to stand before Prudence. She reached out to take the now newborn Wendell in her arms. "You make such a darling baby. I've got a crib all ready for you and a bottle of milk on the stove. I'm going to keep you like this for years and years. Then maybe after I get bored I'll let you grow up a little." She tickled Wendell's belly, causing him to cry.
She reached down with one hand to scratch Prudence under the chin. "And you make such a darling sow. I'm sure you'll fetch a lot of blue ribbons at the state fair over the next few years. There's a spot out back where you can lay in the mud and root around in the trash when you feel like it. We'll find you a nice mate so you can make plenty of piglets."
I can't stay like this, Prudence thought. I can't live like this forever. She wanted to cry, but couldn't, so she settled for wheezing mournfully.
I'm not going to stay like this forever, Wendell thought. He wouldn't let Samantha do this to him. There had to be some way to stop her. What could he do? He was a baby; all he could do was cry, throw up, poop, and pee-
He turned to Prudence, looking her in the eye. He communicated the plan to her without even gestures this time, relying on the kind of telepathy developed by siblings or lovers. Prudence grunted to indicate she understood.
Then Wendell peed on Samantha, a steady stream of urine that soaked her blouse. Startled by the sudden drenching, she loosened her grip on Wendell enough that when Prudence crashed into her, Wendell fell onto Prudence's back. Prudence charged up the stairs as Samantha cried out in rage, "You'll never get back! Never!"
Prudence found the bedroom door and slammed against it with all her considerable weight. The door gave way in an explosion of splinters. She galloped through the doorway, squealing at the sight of herself lying on the bed in human form. Wendell cooed and clapped his little hands together with joy. Prudence nudged him up onto the bed, where he crawled over to sit on his own chest. Then Prudence hopped onto the bed, lying across the much-smaller stomach of her human form. Now what? she wondered.