When she opened her eyes again she was smaller, much smaller than before, and feathers had taken up all over her body again and she could not speak but chirp, and a hard beak had taken up where her mouth had been. She was in the grass, heart racing, once again trying not to panic at the sudden shift, how the world seemed so much larger now than it had before. Her legs carried her a short distance as she tried to steady herself, and her arms when stretched out were now wide, glossy black wings.