Kyle did his best to hold on to the device, but ultimately his struggle was in vain. As the device was wrenched from his jaw, he felt the click of the swap button against his teeth. Suddenly, the woman in front of him was replaced with a bird with a long neck, almost four feet tall. If Kyle was a birdwatcher, he would have recognized it as a sandhill crane with its distinctive red forehead and long, dark grey bill.
However, Kyle did recognize that most cranes don't wear tank tops, sports bras, pants with pencil-thin leggings, and tiny sneakers. The bird also had a tuft of red plumage on the top of its head, tied up in a bun. It was also somehow holding Kyle's leash with one wing, and the device with the other. It even managed to speak understandable English, saying "Where'd you manage to get this from, Summer?" in a weird, squawky voice.
"Oh, I'm screwed! How am I going to get back in my life now?", Kyle thought.
As the bird turned over the device looking for any identifying markings, Kyle glanced out towards the nearby lake and saw a group of similar cranes standing near the shore, rooting around in the wet, grassy ground. Standing confusedly among them was the jogger, naked and lightly coated in mud. She attempted to cry out, but seemed surprised to only be able to produce a loud guttural roar, and the other birds joined in.
The jogger-crane was pulled out of her concentration by the sound, and pocketed the device. "Well, I'll let Neil figure this one out," she squawked, and began to continue her jog. Kyle attempted to resist, but found himself dragged along. The bird, despite being smaller, seemed to be physically stronger than him. However, Kyle enjoyed the jog moreso than he normally would, and stuck out his tongue.
As they continued jogging several blocks, Kyle wondered how he was going to get out of this one.