Bending realityRattling past houses, fields, trees… I peer out from between the branches, my leaves reaching towards the sunlight. I shift and become a squirrel. I run up the branches, looking for a good place to build my nest. Another squirrel! I hear its call, feel its presence. In a flash, I am a pine martin, stalking its prey… After a good meal, I transform again, and am an eagle, soaring above the wood. I see my mum, hear her calling, “Sarah! Time for supper!” I land in the wood and change back. Will I ever tell her? I smile as I head in. …The train stops and I wake up. In my hand is an acorn. &nbsBending reality
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