Holy mother fucking shit! First a woman, then a shoe and now the man was starring at him. How could humans be so tall? It was fucking scary! Mitchell stared right back, glanced at the window, back to the man and then to the animal abuser. They thought him to be a simple animal. Humans didn't care about simple animals. At least not this one. He needed to get out of here. Quickly. Or better yet: change.
Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut, imagined arms and hands instead of wings, imagined long legs, a bigger body, less fu... the pain hit him. Bones were crushed and mended within a split of a second. It was fast. Not the slow torture George endured every month. He opened his eyes and found himself with a whole new perspective, crouched on the bed. His right boot was not even an inch away from the man's leg. His head still hurt but that was Mitchell's least problem. He stumbled off the bed and looked at the woman in the door. "You are not exactly a PETA activist, are you?" Annie was forgotten for a second.