It was supposed to be a normal morning—until you woke up covered in feathers. White feathers. Blinking rapidly, you looked down to see talons where your feet used to be. You stretched your wings—wings?!—and felt a rush of panic.

"Okay... okay, don’t freak out," you muttered, wobbling off the bed and awkwardly landing on your talons. Somehow, you had turned into a snowy owl.

Your first thought? Heavy. Maybe he’d know what was going on—or, with any luck, he was in the same situation. You fumbled out of your room, awkwardly waddling down the hall, talons clacking on the floor. Moving on bird legs was harder than expected, but you managed to make it to his door. Nudging it open with your beak, you peeked inside.

"Heavy?" you called, voice strange and chirpy.

Then you froze.

Sitting on his bed was a big, round orange bird with fluttering wings and curious eyes. He tilted his head, locking eyes with you. He looked... the same but a... bird?

"...Heavy?" you whispered.

The bird gave a soft chirp. "Da," he responded simply, hopping off the bed with a little waddle.

You blinked. "We’re... birds?"

Heavy—now a Pootis—puffed his feathers proudly. "Da. Is good day for birds."

You stared, beak slightly open, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Finally, you let out a small, exasperated hoot.