Thumbing through the channels, an infomercial caught the attention of Kirsten Hoover's phone dials. Having dieted before with little success, she finalized a transaction that promised instant results.
In an instant, she began itching. Feathers blossomed throughout her body. She yearned for eggs to lay.
"What is this?" she attempted to say, but only chirps came out. "How can I lose weight like this?" she thought.
In a flap of a wing she was airborne and in the opposite hemisphere, which was the wrong migration zone.
By the time she flapped back, the weight she struggled with had all disappeared. Then she was shot down by a hunter who liked bird meat.