Specialists:"Try these. Take one of each before bed."
Narrator 4: said the specialists. They each handed her a bottle filled with different colored
pills. Then they filed out the front door followed by Dr. Bumble.
Narrator 1: That night, Camilla took her medicine. It was awful.
Narrator 2: When she woke up the next morning, she did feel different, but when she got dressed,
her clothes didn't fit right. She looked in the mirror, and there, staring back at
her, was a giant, multi-colored pill with a face on it.
Narrator 3: Dr. Bumble rushed over as soon as Mrs. Cream called. But this time, instead of the
Specialists, he brought the Experts.
Narrator 4: Dr. Gourd and Mr. Mellon were the finest scientific minds in the land. Once again,
Camilla was poked and prodded, looked at and listened to.
Narrator 1: The Experts wrote down lots of numbers. Then they huddled together and whispered.
Dr. Gourd finally spoke.
Dr. Gourd: "It might be a virus,"
Narrator 2: he announced with authority. Suddenly, fuzzy little virus balls appeared all over
Camilla.
Mr. Mellon: "Or possibly some form of bacteria,"
Narrator 3: said Mr. Mellon. Out popped squiggly little bacteria tails.
Dr. Gourd: "Or it could be a fungus,"
Narrator 4: added Dr. Gourd. Instantly, Camilla was covered with different colored fungus
blotches. The experts looked at Camilla, then each other.
Experts: "We need to go over these numbers again back at the lab. We’ll call you when we know
something,"
Narrator 1: said the Experts. But the Experts didn't have a clue, much less a cure.
Narrator 2: By now, the T.V. news had found out about Camilla. Reporters from every channel were
outside her house, telling the story of "The Bizarre Case of the Incredible Changing
Kid."
Narrator 3: Soon a huge crowd was camped out on the front lawn.
Narrator 4: The Creams were swamped with all kinds of remedies from psychologists, allergists,
herbalists, nutritionists, psychics, an old medicine man, a guru, and even a
veterinarian.
Narrator 1: Each so-called cure only added to poor Camilla's strange appearance until it was hard
to even recognize her. She sprouted roots and berries and crystals and feathers and
a long furry tail. But nothing worked.
Narrator 2: One day, a woman who called herself an Environmental Therapist claimed she could cure
Camilla. She said,
Environmental Therapist: "Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and become one with your room."
Camilla: "I wish you hadn't said that,"