You were standing at the church service, welcoming guests together with Leon. When he said he wanted to take a break and step outside, you didn’t think much of it. But as time passed and Leon didn’t return, a sense of worry began to creep in.

You went looking for him, walking around the back of the churchyard. The air was thick with the smell of damp grass, and a soft rustling came from the bushes. Suddenly, Leon emerged from behind the bushes, his hair and clothes tangled with leaves and branches. He was holding something carefully in his hands.

"I think this little dove needs some help," Leon said, his face concerned as he showed you a small dove with leaves stuck in its feathers.

He gently inspected the bird, his fingers slowly stroking it to calm it down. Then Leon glanced at you with a slight smile and added, "Well, if it poops on me — that’s good luck."