I realized that the life of a swan was not as bad as I first expected. Sure, walking on webbed feet on the ground was really weird and the flatness of these feet held a ridiculousness which took a while to get accustomed to, but I could take flight! I could fly! Take to the air! Even if it took a lot of energy and was more consuming in energy and hard on the muscles than expected. Yet it was compensated by the amazing sensation, power and the wonderful things to see from above. Paddling in the water also came with ease, just as sleeping outside. Why bother with a roof, bed, sheets or house when I had fluffy feathers to keep me warm and waterproof? A house would feel too confining now anyway. Reeds, a tree or the banks of a lake or pond were much more appropriate at present and without a roof I could admire the sky above my head in all its glory. A roof would just have blocked this beautiful view. And from the air, well, I could admire so much more upon the horizon! And as it was Pleasure Island, there was so much to observe! So many things and transformations that happened to so many people! There was always something to see! Both good and bad, but never disappointing.
The food got some getting used to. Now it was only fish or crumbs thrown by visitors still untransformed or still able to do that. It came naturally but it felt so strange, snatching fish and swallowing them in one gulp. It slid down my long neck effortlessly, the cold and slimy feeling not as revolting as I would have thought. And since when was stale bread so good? But it was so, thus I guzzled it ravenously as fast as I could, as often as I could, as if it were candy. It's not like beer, cotton candy, chocolate or funnel cake held any interest for me anymore. My tastes had greatly been altered. It was a bit vexing to be called a female by visitors who did not know any better, because of my natural grace, elegance and association with femininity yet it became bearable. My transformation could have been a lot worse, like some I witnessed with your own eyes, and I took these changes in stride. For a swan, I looked like quite a handsome one for sure. I did avoid the honking as I thought it clashed with my regal appearance.