Dad Tired'There, smooth skin. No Scales', harumphed Ferkal.
'You're still green. And your head is too big. And you know the difference between a nose and a cloaca, right?', Altari looked up at his younger hive brother. Was he now too short? How did one grow hair, anyway?
Ferkal crossed his eyes in concentration, and sighed. Two pink fleshy hands grew from the flippers he had been so proud of a moment ago.
'Hands! good.'
Ferkal beamed with pride, 'And another cloaca!'