"Now then… let's see what the Pecker Hall has prepared," John said, gesturing toward the swallow-shaped seal glowing in the air.
"It won't be easy, sir," Bubble warned. "They're… active,"
John smirked. "Hmm. I'm ready. Release them."
With a rustle of feathers, Bubble's wings fluttered sharply, and the massive watery sphere she'd been holding aloft dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The bubble burst, sending a cascade of shimmering droplets into the air.
From within the misty explosion, colorful birds burst out, each one chirping wildly as they took to the sky.
No doubt about it—their only goal was escape. Their intelligence was low, but their instinct for freedom burned strong. Flight was their birthright.
Too bad. None of them were going anywhere.
Bubble flared her wings, preparing to trap them again in her signature bubbles.
But she didn't need to.
John had already stepped forward.
He began to sing.
