How to Make a Bird

'I'm not a bad person. I've simply come out of left field. I'm a stray and, anyway, whatever I am, I'm not it yet. I'm still becoming. In fact, I'd always believed that I was once a horse, because I loved to run down a hill. And Eddie was a fish. He was a swaggerer, if you know what I mean. Flimsy but loveable.' Mannie is searching for the thing she doesn't yet know, but it's like a runaway kite pulling her heart forward. So she's leaving home. She's heading for the city with nothing but a long