Renesmee POV
"Yes. Yes I do," Alice said, nodding her head. She closed her eyes and smiled proudly.
I gaped at her and struggled to find anything to tell her that would make her see that the idea of keeping birds in her car was completely insane, but then I realized there was nothing I could really do. Alice was pretty much as crazy as they get—apparently in her human years too even though she can't really remember them—and I was sure there was no way I could convince her to get rid of her feathered companions.
"So, Alice, how did they survive your car getting wrecked?" I asked, leaning back into my seat as she drove very dangerously to an unknown location.
"Well," Alice explained. "They're not like any normal birds that I know of."
I stared at her with confusion. "Uh…what do you mean by that, Alice?"
I was expecting the worst, and I pretty much got something near it. Well, it was different than my idea of her having chickens that were undercover ax murderers, but still, it was not something I would have wanted to hear.
"Well, I got them from a scientist. All of my birds have been mutated in one way or another. They're special!"
Special? Uh oh. This had just gone from crazy to asylum worthy in a matter of minutes. "Alice, exactly how mutated are these birds?"
She sent me a grin and pulled the car over. "I'll show you."