The last thing I wanted to be was some kind of half bird half human creature. I could feel myself changing, and surprizingly enough, it's didn't hurt at all.

<Bob, you can open your eyes now.> Scott's voice entered my mind and I jumped slightly, opening my eyes. I was surprized as everything looked so close and crystal clear.

There were four other birds; Diana, Scott, Attie and Clint. This was really weird. <This is weird,> Clint said, and I laughed softly to myself. The twin connection we shared obviously wasn't affected by the morphing.

<Okay, how do we fly?> Attie asked.

<Easy,> Diana began, <Just let the bird do the flying. Let the bird instinct fly for you.>

I tried to do as she said, and let the bird fly. I flapped my wings and soared into the air. <Woah!> I exclaimed in surprize. I was going so fast, but it didn't even seem like it.

<This is SO cool!> Clint grinned, flying along side with Attie. He was right. Here we were, getting to do the one thing that countless humans wished they could do.

<Don't forget, you have to morph back before two hours,> Diana warned us. <Oh yeah! We can go to Zoo. My brother is a keeper there. He can let us in to see the animals,> Attie said.

<Yeah,> Scott said, sounding slightly nervous, <And get eaten alive?> Attie laughed. <The animals there are tame Scott. We'll tell him we have a school report to do.>

*~*~*~*

"You guys have to do a school report on animals too?" My brother, Kyle asked.

"What do you mean 'too'?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Some girl from you class was here before for a report on wildlife," he said and my eyes widened.

"There was?" Clint mouthed to me. I shrugged and turned back to Kyle.
"We won't be long. We just have to get height, length, weight, that kind of stuff."

Kyle waved us off. "Knock yourselves out. Just be careful, I don't wanna have to sew any body parts back on."

Scott tensed and looked worried at that statement. Diana squeezed his hand.

"He was joking Scott," she assured him. Poor guy. He was already freaked out by all this enough.

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