A/N: This is my first official foray into the Shakespearean Fanfiction World, so I hope you enjoy! :) R&R, if you please.
SPROING! What noise was that?
SPROING! By Mary, what was that?!
SPROING! O woe, O me.
SPROING! I am sprouting feathers… Dost thou laugh?! Thou shalt stint thou laughter when I say 'tis true. Such ebony bothers are everywhere! SPROING! Paige! No- no one must see this ere it is resolvèd. 'Tis nothing, paige- hie away! Where be a looking glass?
SPROING! Not another- alas, a mirror. Ahh! My nose! Its fine form is no more- and 'tis yellow. Soft- my eyes are black as ink! What is happening? My feet, no longer dainty- nor my legs. Scaly as a serpent, methinks…
Dost though know anything about this? Behold, my arms- I nigh have wings! Aye- wings. Be that a tail? I look a bird! Nay, not a fair swan neither…
I- I look a crow!