One-winged Angel

It was a rather strange sight to behold. The angel had spread open her only wing, ready to fly away when she stopped to pat her waist clumsily. The youths watched the agitated angel with expressions of discomfort, but none of them dared to get up. 

The Pope, Chief Judge, and High Priest, whose tears of joy had dried up, stared at the angel in confusion. For some time, no one said anything. 

The awkward silence persisted as the angel clumsily rummaged around her waist, and eventually, a brave youth decided to speak up. "Um... Your Grace, are you… looking for something?"

With a bizarrely calm voice, the angel replied, "Kitty. Kitty is gone."

Everyone in the hall was confused. Another youth elbowed the youth that had just spoken. "Can you, um, repeat what you just said, Your Grace?" The brave youth stuttered in fear.

The angel's expression of indifference changed, and she suddenly looked very lonely. "My kitty plush toy is gone."