Oh man, this was such a bad idea. The broom came sailing at me. It was hard to maneuver in such a tight room! Ospreys were meant to glide over open water. Their bodies weren't meant for tight curves. We weren't falcons! I felt the broom whoosh by me, narrowly missing my tail feathers.

SCREE! I cried. I flapped madly, zipping around the room as awkward as a turkey. Through the glass, I saw Maria sneaking away. She made it!

Oof!

The broom knocked the wind out of me and sent me crashing to the floor. Yow! I flailed until I was on my feet again. My talons dug into the rug of the library floor. I saw the librarian bearing down on me. I was done for.