'I had no idea ballet was such a violent sport' you say to Donald when, after a twenty minute struggle, he has managed to get the trombone off your head. The instrument is damaged beyond repair, but Donald gives you a violin which he managed to steal in all the confusion. You may store it in your inventory in case it ever comes in handy. You decide to leave the theatre before you get into any more trouble. "Oh, for the wings of a dove!" you hum to yourself absentmindedly as you wander through the wings. By sheer coincidence, a dove-like cooing can be heard from the rafters. Looking up you see a forlorn looking pigeon, disguised as a dove with talcum powder. It is sitting in a nest made from playing cards and silk handkerchiefs, and seems to be attempting to incubate a billiard ball. 'Must have escaped from a magic act.' you say to Donald. Will you try to temp it down from its perch with a piece of stale old hamburger, or ignore it and leave the stage via an old prop door bearing the sign 'Beware of the tiger.'