Maybe I was having spontaneous suicidal thoughts, or perhaps my dormant vore fetish had suddenly come back to bite me. Either way, I immediately stuck my hands in the air and began shouting.
"Oooo! Look at me, pigeon! Just a tasty morsel for you to scoop up in your proud beak!"
"Coo," replied the pigeon, pecking the popcorn disinterestedly. Clearly, it wasn't working. I had to make myself as appetizing as possible, but how?
Of course! I should...
