The polymorph gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He was currently a small rabbit.
"Hmm, no," he thought, and promptly changed into a ball, then a drill, and then a small bucket.
"Oh dear," he said, "I do look a little pail."
The polymorph sniggered to himself and changed into a book. He took a sideways look at himself in the mirror once again. He wasn't happy with what he saw, and turned into a couple of wig-wams.
"No, this makes me look two tents."
Morphing into a mallet, the polymorph shouted "It's hammer time!", and became a cup, an orange (too fruity), and a small water-collection point (but at only one foot high, he didn't look a tall well).
From downstairs his partner shouted.
"Are you ready, dear? It's nearly time to go."
"I'll be down in a minute, I'm just changing."
The polymorph swapped his current form for that of a frisbee, a plant, a piano and a stapler.
"Bloody hell," he moaned, "I can never decide what to be. And those humans think they have problems deciding what to *wear*!"
Then the polymorph had a flash of inspiration. Quick as you like, he turned into an ICBM.
"Perfect," he thought, "Let's go Cruisin'!"
