Since I was a boy I remember my greatest ever ambition was to fly. I'd run around in a cape with my arms out or sit on carpets wishing for them to take off. Once I smashed a vase jumping around with a broom between my legs. I had been hang gliding and it satisfied me for a while, but even then I felt confined by the glider. It didn't give me the feeling of freedom I was hoping for.
This was finally my chance to experience my life's dream, I knew I could do all that fame and fortune stuff later. Without hesitation I wrote into the book.
"Jon Turner becomes an eagle."
As soon as I placed the full stop there was a thud as the book fell to the floor as my hands sprouted golden feathers. I shrank down and was suddenly engulfed by my clothes. After finally clawing my way free I stretched my new wings in the light. With a few hard flaps I glided right into the bookshelf. Shaking myself off I hopped over to the open window and felt the breeze ruffle through my feathers. My spread wings felt the wind lift me slightly. I took one breath and leapt out the second story window and started flapping madly.
I swooped down and came back up, my body became instantly becoming weightless. I pushed my wings to take me higher and higher. Soon I could see over the entire town. It was better than I had ever dreamed. I flew over the park lake and took a dive pulling myself up just as my feet skimmed the water. As I performed loop-the-loops and barrel rolls, weaving in and out of clouds, in the moment I felt completely free.
After about a few hours, I started to feel peckish. Not really wanting to hunt and eat raw animals I started heading home, fully intending to do this again after dinner. I flew in through my window and found the book and pen on the floor where I dropped it. Then a sudden realization hit me.
I couldn't write with talons.