Upon seeing Donald on the stage you get up from your seat in the third row from the front, grab Donald by the arm and escort him swiftly to the wings. "Oh, for the wings of a dove!" you hum to yourself absentmindedly. 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 the magician's act, just like us' 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 attempt to leave the stage via an old prop door propped up against the wall and bearing the sign 'Beware of the tiger.'