"Oh, dear," you think to yourself. "I must be doing to much Biology homework of late. How in the world did I know that I was a red-tailed hawk?" You shrug as best as you can with your new body and flap your wings experimentally. Not having any arms is a little awkward, but you suppose you'll get used to it in time. You hop around you bed, your talons getting caught in the sheets a few times, wondering if you can trust yourself to jump off. You take the risk and clumsily glide to the floor. Suddenly, a towering figure stands in the doorway and you realize with a little trepidation that it is your