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The Haunted House: A Font of Wisdom

Stretching out one one of the stone benches, which happens to be far more comfortable than it looks, you watch the fountain splash and spray and the few birds that flit around, wondering what to make of everything that's happened so far today. Yawning, you come to realize just how sleepy you are, perhaps this young body has a much earlier bedtime than your normal, twenty-something, party-all-night, frat boy body does.

Struggling not to fall asleep, but too lethargic to even sit up, you turn your attention back to the brightly coloured birds flitting about, idly wondering what it would be like to fly.

No sooner than the thought darts across your mind, than you have cause to regret that flight of fancy, for you find your body once again changing, this time shrinking far more than before, with changes far more pronounced than merely crossing the gender-divide, for within moments you're no longer even human, though ... still female.

Beating your wings with a rapid intensity, you go to join the other few hummingbirds hovering above and diving into the refreshing, cool fountain.


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