John turned the corner when he was face to face with a small bird, complete covered in pure white feathers.
"Hey there little guy," John said, "How did you get in here?"
The bird appeared to stare at John, unblinking. The black opals examining his soul intently.
As John began to back away the bird flew full throttle at him.
"What the-" was all John managed to say as the bird flew into his chest.
John collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud.
As soon as he fell Petra appeared from within the sea of gowns. "Ah the Love Dove, a personal favorite of mine," she said proudly.
John began to cough, the bird was no where to be seen.
"It loves to just fly right at unsuspecting bystanders, you didn't swallow it did you?"
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