Postby maisi » Tue Jan 01, 2019 9:10 pm
...when, experimenting with occult practices, she'd accidentally turned him into the big billed, hand-less publican he now spent his days as. At least he could still talk. Speeding up, and flapping his really quite handy wings, he set off for the riverbank where his fondest memories of Griselda could flicker in and out of mind with the light on the water's surface. Except when he glimpsed the movement of a fish, when he uncontrollably went back into pelican mode.