“Wake up Sophie!” Sophie opened her eyes and got up slowly.
“Hurry dear! Your Coco Pops are on the table.”
“But I was going to have that nice little squid that I caught last night for my breakfast.”
“Don't be silly dear.”
“But I hate these Coco Pops, horrid tasteless things!”
“Now stop being difficult, you'll be late for school.”
“School!” Sophie shouted, “I don't go to school, I have tutors!” She stamped off to preen herself. When she saw herself in the mirror, she had a dreadful shock. Where was her lovely crest? What was that long stringy stuff on her head ravelled up in such dreadful knots? She was never going to be able to preen that. And her beak had gone, there was just a hole there, with a few teeth stuck round the edges. Oh dear she would never be able to catch squid again. She looked down, and instead of her sharp and useful talons, she saw two long and white sticks, with flat plates at the end, and her talons had shrunk into tiny little shells, that would be no use to anyone. But worse of all, where were her wings? Instead of them there was just another pair of pale sticks that ended in bunches of something that looked like small bananas.
“Help!” she cried, “Help! I've turned into a historic monster!” She saw her Dad's nice kind beak smiling down at her.
“Wake up Sophie,” he said, “Squid for breakfast.”