Avian woke up, covered in gray paint. He was drenched in the river of the dreaded pidgeon. The blue was dragged away. Chi- cherupp! he was in a chamber with many of his type. He wanted them for one reason. To find eggs. Hatch them. Paint them grey. His kids, the pidgeon thought. A smell came to his mind. He found the magic paint. He painted it on his good friend Puff first.
you will never know what happened next;)