1 Animorphs Volume 04 The Message K.A. Applegate *Converted to EBook by Dace K 2 Chapter 1
M y name is Cassie.
I can't tell you my last name. I wish I could. But I can't even tell you what town I live in or what state. We have to disguise our identities, we Animorphs. It's not about being shy. It's about staying alive.
If the Yeerks ever learn who we are, we'll be done for. If they don't kill us outright, they'll make us Controllers. They'll force a Yeerk slug into our brains, where it will take control of us, making us slaves - tools of the Yeerk invasion of Earth.
And I really don't like the idea of being under the control of an alien. I don't like the idea of being dead, either.
On the other hand, there are some things I do like about being an Animorph. Some very cool things.
Take the other night. It was late. I should have been in bed. Instead I was in the barn, get ting ready to turn into a squirrel.
Technically, the barn is really the Wildlife Re habilitation Clinic. My dad is a vet. So is my mom, but she works at The Gardens, this big zoo. The Wildlife Rehabilitation Clinic is just my dad and me. We take in injured birds and animals and try to save them, then release them back into their natural habitats.
That's where I was. In the barn. Surrounded by dozens of cages full of birds, from a mourning dove who'd run into a car windshield to a golden eagle who'd almost been electrocuted by a power line.
In another part of the barn we have bigger cages for the badgers and opossums and skunks and deer and even a pair of wolves who'd been poisoned. At the other end (far from the wolves) we keep our own horses.
There's an operating room and a couple of small recovery rooms, too.
Back to that night. Have you ever watched a squirrel in the park? They are constantly alert.
Constantly looking around. It's like every minute of every day they're thinking, "Hey! What's that?"
So I knew that if I morphed into a squirrel, all that nervousness and fear would become a part of me. It's something we've all had to deal with: controlling the animal instincts, the animal mind that comes along with the animal body.
Anyway, that's where I was, in a gloomy barn with just the yellow overhead bulbs to light the room. Why was I there? Because someone, or something, had been sneaking in and getting at the birds. We'd lost a patient just the night before. A duck.
And because I couldn't sleep, anyway. I kept having these dreams. Only they weren't like normal dreams, somehow. More like ... I don't know. Just really strange, that's all.
3 "Relax, Magilla," I whispered to the squirrel in my hands. "This won't hurt at all." I pulled some chestnuts from my pocket and handed him one. Another nut fell to the floor.
Some morphs are easy. Some are terrifying. When I was a horse, that was cool. When I had to become a trout, well, that was a little more weird. The whole time I just kept thinking how someone could fry me and serve me with tartar sauce.
And I don't like tartar sauce.
"Squirrel," I told myself. I always try to get into the feeling of what it might be like to be the animal before I even start morphing.
The first physical change was in my size. I started shrinking. It's a very bizarre feeling. See, you feel like you're standing totally still, but the ground keeps coming up toward you. And the ceiling is moving away. Door handles aren't where they should be anymore. All of a sudden they're over your head.
I had shrunk to maybe two, two-and-a-half feet tall when my arms came sucking back into my body. Right about that point, the real Magilla tore out of there. He ran back to his cage, got in, and - I swear this is true - closed the door. Anyway, I still had normal (although short) legs, but my arms were stunted. I still had the normal number of fingers, but they were teeny tiny now, way too small for my body.
My ears traveled up the side of my head to rest on top. Soft gray fur spread across my body in a wave. My face puffed out and grew pointed.
Then, the wildest thing! My tail sprouted out of my body! And what was cool was that I wasn't a squirrel yet. I was still about half human, the size of a small child, and my tail just shot out, about two feet long! Much longer and bigger than it would be once I was totally squirrelified.
I tilted my head back and I could see this bushy gray tail arched up over me. Way cool.
My legs sucked in and I was down on the ground, down on the cement floor of the barn.
I suddenly discovered I hadn't swept and mopped as well as I thought I had. Amazing what you can see when your face is just an inch from the floor.
Then the squirrel brain kicked in.
WHOA! YOW!
Man, did I have energy!
It was like I was plugged into a million volts. I was supercharged! My slow, sluggish human brain was just blown away by the sudden explosion of energy.
A noise!
What's that? I cocked my ears. I swung my head, focusing my big eyes. A bird in a cage!
4 A new sound! What was it? I spun around.
No, wait! What was that? And that? And the other sound?
PREDATORS! They were everywhere! I was surrounded! PREDATORS!
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Birds! Big birds with nasty claws. All around me.
Wait. There was a nut. Oooh. A nut.
PREDATORS! Alert!
I scampered across the floor. Look left. Look right. Sniff sniff sniff the air.
Oh, yes. Predators. I smelled them. I heard them. Birds. A wolf. A badger.
PREDATORS! RUN RUN RUN!
Oh, wait. Was that a nut? I hopped over to the nut. YES! A chestnut! I seized it in my little front claws and began immediately to chew a hole in it. Excellent! Wonderful! Chestnut! And I had it! No one could take it away. Hah hah!
A noise! What?
PREDATORS!
Don't drop the nut! Run with the nut! RUN!
With the nut stuffed into my jaw, I ran.
I ran straight up the wall. Straight up.
And that was the moment when Tobias decided to show up.
Tobias flew in through the hayloft overhead.
Unfortunately, in my squirrel mentality, with my human brain just barely holding on, I didn't realize it was Tobias.
What it looked like to me was a red-tailed hawk. A bird of prey. And this one was not in a cage.
No, this one was flapping around the high rafters of the barn. The hawk had talons like steel and a hooked beak that could open me up like a can of beans.
I felt his hawk's eyes on me.
RUN RUNRUNRUNRUN!
I didn't know what to do. I mean, me, the human being named Cassie. I didn't know what to do. I knew I had to get control over the squirrel. But it was so hyper!
However, the squirrel knew just what to do.
ZOOOM!
6 I ran straight up the wall. My little claws grabbed at tiny splinters and cracks in the wood, and shot up at a terrifying speed. If you've never been a squirrel - and let's face it, you haven't - you probably don't have any idea what it's like to run up. The wooden wall was like a floor under me. But at the same time I knew the difference between up and down. I knew if I fell it would be down. It's as if you were running across the floor in your house, but if you tripped you'd fall back against the wall.