The once-respected Hop, a creature of renowned stillness and contemplative nature, underwent a horrifying transformation. He awoke one morning not as himself, but as a Wooloo – a being of inexplicably spherical form and an irresistible urge to roll. His usually meticulous garden, a testament to years of patient cultivation, now lay before him as a terrifying, sloping incline.

The initial descent was a blur of panicked thoughts and the sickening crunch of meticulously arranged petunias. Hop-as-Wooloo, his internal monologue a cacophony of existential dread, found himself hurtling down the hill with terrifying velocity. The once-familiar contours of his backyard became a blur of greens and browns, a landscape of impending doom. Each rotation brought a fresh wave of nausea and the chilling realization that his carefully constructed life was unraveling with every tumble.

His attempts to stop were futile. The Wooloo form, seemingly designed for perpetual motion, rendered his efforts at braking utterly ineffective. He collided with a gnome statue, its ceramic head shattering into a thousand pieces – a grim metaphor for the disintegration of his former life. He bounced off the sturdy oak tree at the bottom of the hill, the impact jarring his very being. The once-pristine Wooloo form was now marred with scrapes and bruises, a testament to the brutal reality of his involuntary descent.

The journey ended abruptly at the base of the hill, where he lay stunned, surrounded by the wreckage of his former existence. The once-vibrant garden was a wasteland, a testament to the catastrophic consequences of his transformation. Hop, or rather, the Wooloo that was once Hop, lay there, contemplating the utter absurdity and profound tragedy of his situation. The weight of his existence, now a rolling, unstoppable force, pressed down upon him with the crushing force of a thousand regrets. The sun set, casting long shadows over the devastation, a silent witness to the irreversible change that had befallen him. The rolling continued, not in joyous abandon, but in a silent, desperate plea for an end to this unending, horrifying descent.