'Am I dead?' When I asked the question, I could hear the painfully familiar birdsong again. I was very much alive, yet still trapped in the body of a Blackbird.
I opened my eyes to see a fox gazing back, though not licking its lips or howling as one would expect. It wouldn't take its eyes off me, not even when it dragged over several leaves to add to my blanket.
Did it only want me to live long enough for its friends to arrive? Or was this something else entirely?
The fox nodded, rubbing its nose gently against my beak, before dashing out of the dug tunnel. I was now alone in its den, with only one exit. On the right-hand side were piles of dead rabbits and other meats and on the left, closest to me, seemed to be a mountain of insects. My eyes glistened with excitement; this was a buffet, and one I might get to enjoy so long as I wasn't destined to join the meat store.
