"Hey, excuse me!"
There's a brunette standing at the foot of the tree with her hands cupped around her mouth, trying to get his attention. "Have you seen a black bowler hat with wings? Flapping wings, not fake ones."
She'd spent all freaking day tracking down her hat, and then the stupid thing had taken off again before she could de-wing it. She didn't think that it could have gotten too far yet, but every minute she didn't have her hands on it was another minute it could spend trying to figure out how to eat a pigeon or something. Which, ew.
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