Why, when you see pigeons on the street, flying around, flocking, doing whatever they do, in however a big or small number. They are such harmless, uninteresting relaxed creatures? The moment your in the same room as one. Well, you can feeeeel the tension in the air. I daren't move, not an inch. He's watching me. "make your move" he says. "make your move. I'll stumble of my makeshift perch, flapping uncontrollably around the small confines of your room, leaving endless feathers, hitting everywall, flying into your face, leaving scatters of small white parcels in every corner....... you make your move".
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