Whoops!

...She fails to fly off. There is flailing involved.

She is going to hop off very determinedly and try to get out of sight and turn into a local cat that she definitely actually saw.

Some people follow her, but not closely enough that she can't get into another bush. The local cat attracts much less attention.

She is going to head back to mom and head into a bush to turn back human. Assuming no one's watching.

People disposed to be distracted are looking for the bird, not for the cat.

Then she'll be uninterrupted in being a purple haired girl and running up to her mom to say, "Sorry about that! I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, honey, just be more careful next time, alright?"

"I will."

She flops on the grass and looks around and tries to figure out if there's any cool native birds. Maybe they can try again in another park.

The native birds in the city come in fun colors but are very small.

Getting that small is HARD.

She is now a very pouty child. She'd wanted to fly! You can't be a hundred pounds and fly when you're also tiny!

Still, she'll bounce back fairly quickly. Are there other kids to play with?

There are kids in the park! Adoring caretakers are watching, raptly, while they run around and play on the playground equipment.

She'll run up to one with orange hair because orange is objectively the best color first, but if there aren't any oranges she'll run up to another purple. Hello she'd like to play!!!

There's an orange! "Okay!" says the little orange. "I'm playing that I'm a bear. Bears go RAAARRRR."

She is very tempted to turn into a thing but remembers not to at the last second. (Playing pretend without shapeshifting: also hard!).

"RAWR! What do bears like?"

'RAWR' is perhaps a somewhat more bear-like sound than children are usually capable of producing.

"Wow you're good at bear sounds! Bears like it to be COLD. We have to find the coldest place." Prowl prowl.

"Thanks!"

Prowl prowl snuffle! 

Cold stuff's usually in shadow so she'll look where there's deep shade to find the coldest place!

Eventually they find a cold place and the orange child says now they have to dig a cave. In spite of the unbearlikeness of this behavior the orange chooses to dig with a stick.

Rocks are best for digging, especially flat ones with a triangle shape! Claws are better but she is not allowed to have claws. Rocks are kind of like prosthetic claws though!

(She looks for a digging rock!)

She can find a digging rock! They dig dig dig dig.

Caves should be supported properly! You need to make sure the dirt doesn't fall back in, like it's doing there! (They will probably not actually get deep enough for this to matter.) 

The orange agreeably finds sticks to prop it up with.

Some sticks can go here, to hold back the dirt, and some here, to brace those sticks...

(Nausicaa really, really likes building things.)

Then they can build this cave and periodically RAWR at each other till the orange's daddy says it's time to go pick up his sister from school! "Bye bear!" says the orange.

"Bye bear!" says the totally a purple. 

And off goes little orange and orange dad.

She is a ball of energy and tentacles. Are there more kids to play with?