That was when it happened, I gained legs and fingers and dropped from the sky, still shrouded in dense fog, I hit a grassy slope rolling over and over out of control tumbling to its base, only to end un-hurt though bruised all over I am sure, in a muddy puddle of water. My time as a bird of prey had passed, once again I was Mary the girlie; a lone female trying to make my way through life, and to glean what little pleasure and experience for myself that I could. As I pass through a strange land filled with the unexpected, and sometimes, downright terrifying, but with brief interludes that make it so worth the effort for me; like Jack, like flying, like being ravished by a muscular man, brief interludes as I said. But wow!
