Its emerald eyes seared into their brains.
The tiny creature with happy little feathers and a shiny little beak transformed itself before their very eyes.
Its tiny claws became jets and lifted the rest of the creature into the air.
The wings turned, one by one, into powerful engines running off of the tears of everyone who told it that it would never amount to anything.
The head of the creature grew and grew and as it grew it shouted “Finally I can fly.”
It flew. It conquered. It destroyed. It felt powerful. Somehow forgetting that it was a bird. It could have flown all along.