You're at a loss for words as you stand ontop of your discarded clothing, now several times smaller then it.
You've been turned into a BIRD by eating BERRIES in a FOREST...stuff like that doesn't happen everyday.
And yet, you feel calm. Like it's normal. But you try to tell yourself it's not normal - "I'm not a bird, I'm a
human!" you try to say, but it just comes out as a sqwauck. You are trying your damndest to suppress the urge to
go hunt for food, despite how hungry you are, because you are HUMAN, and you need to TURN BACK TO NORMAL NOW.
Flapping your wings, you get up and begin flying down the trail, desperately trying to come up with an idea as
to how to turn back to normal.