Plushies

He turned himself into a cloud.
He turned himself into
    an eagle and a swan.
He turned himself into a bull.
She was turned into a pretty cow.
He was turned into a stag
    pursued by hounds.
She was turned into a bear
    set upon by dogs.
She was turned into an echo.
She was turned into a spider.
She was turned into a crow.
He was turned into a flower.
She was turned into a bundle of reeds
    that were made into a flute.
His sisters were turned into
    a grove of poplars,
    their tears into beads of amber.
She was turned into a laurel tree.
If we are in the same room,
    I can do nothing but stare at you.
When we part,
    I feel as though I might fall down.
If you touch me,
    I turn to gold.
He spun straw into gold.
He turned base metal into gold.
He turned rabbits into doves.
He turned boys into donkeys.
She turned men into swine.
She turned mice into horses
    and lizards into footmen.
Louis XV and Madame du Pompadour
    met at a masked ball;
    he came dressed as a yew tree,
    she came as Diana the Huntress.

Furries

He charmed wild beasts with his song.
Lions ate straw like cows.
He was turned into a constellation.
Above the neck he was bull.
The Phlegmatic Bear
The Choleric Lion
The Melancholy Wolf
The Sanguine Leopard
He was turned into a fountain.
The caterpillar turned into a butterfly.
He turned girls into swans.
She turned princes into swans.
Ajax was turned into a carnation.
Clytie was turned into a marigold.
Adonis was turned into an anemone.
Smilax was tuned into a morning glory.
Hyacinthus, Narcissus and Crocus
    were turned into the flowers that bear their names.
Beneath the waist he was a fish.
In the front it was a horse, beneath the waist it was a fish.
They were turned into frogs.
He was turned into an oak tree, she was turned into a linden tree.
Blood pulsing from his wound splashed up
    into the branches of the mulberry tree,
    staining the fruit and
    changing the formally white berries
    forever to red.
He made the psychic's prophecy come true
    and decided to take his own life;
    his death became the predicted tragedy
    the loved one would have to endure.
He purified himself in the river, breaking the spell;
    the river ran with gold ever since,
    his ears were later turned into the ears of an ass.
He turned himself into a shower of gold coins.
They turned walking sticks into snakes.
Above the neck he was an ass.
Beneath the waist he was a goat.
He was turned into a lizard.
Once while walking in the Places des Voges,
    we looked up to see a silhouette in the mullioned window
    of a small child holding a toy bow and arrow.

 

Everyfur

He was a gigantic beautiful mountain.
He was the god of flocks and herds.
He signed a treaty that was never broken.
He appeared as a new star in the western sky.
He painted the same painting 100 times.
He spoke the languages of birds.
He was the patron saint of beehives.
He asked his friend to step on his mouth
  and on his neck, three times.
He slept in grottos and caves.
They dwelt inside trees.
Jagged rock crystal pavements
  mimic frozen underground streams.
Thick layers of green wax simulate slimy moss.
Marble imps spit water at unsuspecting visitors.
Stalactite swags and garlands of pumice stone cover the walls.
Pumice stone shepherds and sheep emerged from the walls,
  reacting in horror to the effects of the flood.
He was the god of woods and fields.
He was the patron saint of lace makers.
He transcribed the songs of birds into musical notation.
He had the ears of a goat and the nose of a pig.
He negotiated a peace treaty with a wolf.
He asked his friend to spit in his mouth.
He was a handsome shiny horse.
He gave a sermon to a flock of birds.
They erected a Ferris wheel in the Place de la Concorde.