Poor, poor Margaret

Sure, let's fly away! You grab Margaret by her ankles with your claws and start to fly away. Remembering your earlier plight, you hold her ankles close to your body and let your tummy feathers tickle her feet. You are also sure to flap your wings in such a way that your wings brush against her sides and legs. Poor Margaret is laughing away and gasping for breath. You're such an evil bird!

You don't have anywhere in mind to go, so you just fly around for a while, tickling Margaret when you look down and see something...

Written by Bman

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