When Hershey Thomson woke up on Monday morning, she did not realise anything was strange or unusual. It was like any other morning, her master fed her breakfast, like any other day, and she went outside, like any other day. It was only when she jumped that she realised something was wrong. She only meant to jump at a bird, but instead she found herself soaring through the clouds. She liked the the felling, it might even come in useful for catching birds, she thought. So she landed and acted as if nothing had happened. The next morning, there were feathers everywhere.
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