A story i read very long ago. A story about a lonesome weasel...

He was born as a weasel, but he never felt belong to his packs. He wanted to be a human.
So oneday, he took a magic leaf, and used the weasel magic to turn himself into a human.
His mother looked at him with sadness in her eyes. "Poor son, now you no longer belong to me"
"Don't worry, mom. I'll come visit you often", he replied.
But his mother had already run away.
As a human, he was only good at weasel hunter, now it was his job. He knew every weasel's trick. "It's alright", he thought to himself. "As long as it's me who hunts them, i won't hurt my own family".
But oneday, he found out, his mother was killed, not by him, but by other weasel-hunters, his "human-friends" now.

He could never really fit to be a human. People thought that he was a little weasel-alike.
He could never be a weasel again, it already was too late.

Not really a weasel...
Not really a human...
he belongs to nowhere....
and be the most lonely creature in this world...