[As the three ACTUAL SCREAMING CHILDREN just turn into a uniform whirlwind of flailing limbs and clouds of dirt, a shadow passes over them. A huge shadow. Something is blotting out the sun.]
[And then She descends.]
[In perfect, serene silence, Sunny settles gently on top of the flailing pile, which disappears instantly under her voluminous plumage.]
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[And then She descends.]
[In perfect, serene silence, Sunny settles gently on top of the flailing pile, which disappears instantly under her voluminous plumage.]
[SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]