Imitation is flattery
My face felt like my normal face, as if that part of me hadn’t transformed into a bird. [Fine, Sadie. Call me the Carter-headed chicken. Happy?]
I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!” It was an odd battle cry.
If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.
All I could think to say was, "The Lakers are my home team!
Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena.