Superbeast

Once upon a time there was a very little doggy. This doggy was very little but had some big dreams, the kind of big dreams only a very little doggy can have. "I may be very little, but I have big dreams," he thought. Every night, the very little doggy would dream those big dreams and imagine how life would be when those big dreams came true.
One day as the very little doggy was out roaming the badlands in search of something to eat, scurrying from shadow to shadow to avoid becoming another's something to eat, the very little doggy saw a new thing. This new thing looked very like something the very little doggy had seen before, and yet unlike anything the very little doggy had ever seen. He circled the new thing very carefully, sniffing and trying to figure out what the new thing could be.
"What is this new thing?" the very little doggy said.
"I am the Angry Chair," said the new thing.
"What is an Angry Chair?" said the very little doggy.
"Sit on me and find out," said the Angry Chair.
The very little doggy wasn't sure whether that seemed like a good idea or a bad idea, and so pondered the options. I could sit on the Angry Chair, thought the very little doggy, or I could run away as fast as my very little legs can carry me.
But this very little doggy had big dreams, and knew that very little doggies with big dreams can't run away from everything forever and besides, maybe this was a friendly Angry Chair. Summoning up all the courage a very little doggy can muster, the very little doggy jumped up on the Angry Chair and sat. "What now?" the very little doggy asked.
"Well," said the Angry Chair, "I can't help but notice that you're a very little doggy, and in my experience very little doggies are worthless."
"That's a very mean thing to say, Angry Chair," said the very little doggy. "I'll have you know that I have big dreams."
"A very little doggy with big dreams!" exclaimed the Angry Chair. "You make me laugh and laugh, very little doggy." The Angry Chair laughed and laughed.
The very little doggy could feel a burning in a very little tummy, and blood pounding in a very little head. "Don't you laugh at me!" the very little doggy shouted.
"Does that make you Angry?" asked the Angry Chair.
"Yes, it does," said the very little doggy. "It makes me very Angry." Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled through the very little doggy's body, and the very little doggy began to grow and grow until he was very big. "Rooooaaaarrrr," said the now very big doggy, the sound rolling out across the land.
The Angry Chair laughed again. "Were your big dreams this big?" asked the Angry Chair. "Now you are the Superbeast. I like you when you're Angry."
The Superbeast looked out across the badlands, his badlands. "So do I."