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suspect. Cops. Teachers. Friends. Parents. Reporters. Pastors and
priests. Your own brothers and sisters.

The Andalite Prince Elfangor warned us. And he gave us the weapon - the
power to morph. To become any animal we could touch and acquire.

There was just one big drawback, see. You can't stay in a morph for more
than two hours. After that you stay in morph forever. That's what
happened to me.

The Yeerks also have a weakness. Every three days they have to return to
the Yeerk pool. They drain out of the heads of their host bodies and
swim in the sludgy liquid of the pool. There they soak up the Kandrona
rays that they must have for nutrition.

We've been to the Yeerk pool. It's not a place you want to see. Trust
me. The screams that we'd heard in that place will be with me forever.

The Yeerk pool was where I lost my humanity. Where I passed the fateful
two-hour time limit. Someday, somehow, we will destroy that place. But
first, we have to understand it better.

That's what I was doing. That's why I spent

14 my days trying to discover every possible way in and out of it.

I was in the air over the mall at just about two-thirty in the afternoon
when I spotted the big bald eagle floating, serene and powerful, on the
thermals. The brown body stood out against the clouds, while the white
head seemed almost invisible.

It was an odd place for a baldie. They usually like the shore.

I flapped hard to change direction and gain speed toward the eagle. I
knew this eagle.

I asked.





<0f course. What's up?>

been busy, too.>

I shot by, just beneath Rachel's big eagle wings, and swung out past
her, then turned and moved in front of her. I was showing off. I'm more
agile in the air than a bald eagle is. Although a baldie is quite a bit