Garan wrinkled his nose. "A bird?" he answered. Birds got eaten. What a horrible way to die. . . Wow, he was really morbid tonight in his thoughts, Garan realized. He was going to make a point not to think about death anymore for the evening. "I don't know, Nate, I prefer the broom, I think. Imagine the molting," he pointed out.
What animal would he be? Garan was just about to tell him he wouldn't, in fact, want to turn into anything when Nate made it clear that he had to choose something. Garan shut his mouth and pursed his lips. "Hm," he answered. "I dunno, a horse," he answered. It was the first thing that came to his head. Good enough, right?