*is now most definitely a
swan.*
*ruffles feathers indignantly, making loud swan-sounds of protest*
*gives her typist a look as if to say: What in Oz is this?! How did you allow this to happen? And HOW, may I ask, did you deem it appropriate to turn me into a swan? In what way does this 'reflect my personality'? End it immediately!--*
*...has, however, discovered that swans seem to use their beaks to carry out most tasks--not their wings, which she lacks--and so is enjoying her ability to pick things up and move them. in fact, is quite amazed at this, and has nearly forgotten her mild outrage, for the time being*