" Was he young or old?" About six or seven and twenty years of age, I should say." So," answered the abbe. "Old enough to be ambitions, but too young ...o be corrupt. And how did he treat you?" With more of mildness than severity." Did you tell him your whole story?" I did." And did his conduct change at all in the course of your examination?" He did appear much disturbed when he read the letter that had brought me into this scrape. He seemed quite overcome by my misfortune." By your misfortune?". Now my legs started to itch as well. When I looked down on them, theylooked very thin and scaly. My toes started to fuse together. I couldliterally see my feet change as my big toe shifted to my heel. My othertoes elongated and my pinky toe dissapeared. I could see my nails hardenand grow into huge claws. Avian clawsI stared to freak out more and I flapped my wings in fear! Wait? Mywings? My arms were now completely covered in pink feathers. I could nolonger see my hands. Just some long soft. Vincent was one of the last to arrive in the barracks, and after he did he placed his duffel bag on his bunk.All the guys, including Bryce, were standing about and getting to know one another as Vincent did so. In one of his usual thoughtless moments, Bryce looked at Vincent, and said, “Fuck, bro, you’re small.”There were stifled laughs and suppressed guffaws all round after Bryce had spoken. Vincent was slightly annoyed, but didn’t show any aggression and merely shrugged as he introduced. "I was hoping that we'd have time to walk down to the store so I could pick up a few things I need for our trip next week ... chapstick, scarf, books, that kind of thing."Shelly sat up straight. "Oh! If I give you a small list, can you pick up a few things for me? It'll save me a trip." Sure." You need anything, Mom?" I asked, before popping another spoonful of Frosted Flakes into my mouth."I'm good." Mom tried to brush her hair out of her eyes, but it just fell back in place. "What's on tap.