Looking back, you see a small expanse of white feathers that taper off into three or four gray feathers with black tips. You look down and see, to your shock, blue and purple feathers on your rounded chest and neck, a fat underbelly with more white feathers, and two spindly, claw-tipped red feet. You look up and see the well has grown much larger, you're a quarter the size of it tall. You open your mouth to scream, but a loud cooing comes out instead.
Terrified, you go to run away from the well, turning towards the hill. Your head is constantly bobbing as you walk forward. Suddenly, you begin to run faster and, much to your horror, feel two things on your sides extend out and flap. You screech in fear and prepare for the fall, closing your eyes, but none comes. In fact, the things on your sides seem to be flapping on their own. You open one eye cautiously and look down, seeing a misty forest far below you. Looking to your side, you see two gigantic (to you) wings, covered in white, gray, and black feathers, extending from your back.
It's then you realize you've been turned into a bird. You screech out again in anger and frustration. Much to your dismay, you've already gotten used to flying. You decide to fly back to the well, and wish yourself back to normal. Gliding in the air for a moment, your wings go up as you switch directions, then, heading back the way you came, you begin to flap again.
You fly for a while in the gloomy, misty sky, passing more misty forests. You realize how tired you are and hope you reach the well soon. After about ten minutes, you see some large, dark shape looming out of the mist in front of you. Squirting (can normal birds do that?), you can just make out a tall rectangular shape. After another five minutes, you hear car horns, bells, whistles, airplanes, and a thousand different sounds. Looking down, you see a freeway far below you, full of cars in a traffic jam. Looking up, the shape has revealed itself to be a skyscraper, looking out of the mist-covered city like a spire.
So you've reached a city. You are released to see windows covering every side of the building, all of them with ledges. You fly extra quickly, wings flapping hard, and get there in a few minutes. Flapping your wings up above you, you align on the concrete window ledge, wings folding back and resting on your sides. You survey your surroundings. There's so much fog that the city streets and freeways look like they are seen through a smoky film. Ahead, a thousand other buildings rise up out of the fog, and you can see a bay in the distance and hear the call of other birds.
Turning around, you look at your reflection in the window. A fat pigeon, with a white beak, red eyes, and a blue and purple head and neck, stares back at you. Cooing in dismay, you see no difference between you and the thousand other pigeons in this city. "Flying rats" as your friend always called them. You've somehow winded up in the city and have no idea where the well is now.