Oliver reached into a wooden chest he kept in his bedroom. He collected things on his walks sometimes, and among those things was a bird's feather. Oliver always admired birds, and like anyone, he wished he could fly himself. Now he had a chance. He wasn't sure what kind of bird it belonged to, or if this would even work, but it was worth a try. With the feather in hand, he walked over to the mirror, and within moments of standing in front of it, he felt a familiar warmth and a sense of vertigo.
His body started to feel odd...lighter. Staring at his face, he noticed his eyes looked different. His hair too...it seemed a different texture, no...it wasnt hair anymore. Those were feathers! Oliver's heart began to beat in his chest as his toes started to cramp and shift together to the start of talons. He could hardly wait to see what kind of bird he would become.