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Just melting amend at the world. Well, there were these we
misses by the cure the m them was taking bits effaced hem the
ground and throwing them has the street and the other one was
eating them. "This and is retardeed : 'The ether and is
eating all his feed." After about a few minutes of the bird taking
the feed and throwing it, the one eating it was well inte the read.
Just then earn. ear eames by and was ever that pigeon. That We
wasn' t stupid. He was a we blended teller. He lured that bird inter
the streets ta kill Mm, I Just steed there shocked, The murderer
was just standing there en the curb. War: ttf all he was staring
at me. its didn' t metre. He just stated at me. Stared with that
eye. He knew Isaw t He knows that we amt have
mesa ends ta a murder. I felt a little uneasy the rest of my wait.
By the time my Mend packed me up the pidgeon had disappeared.
But I knew he was still watching me. I' m sure that pigeon
renewed us home, He MIME where Hive new. He' s bidding his
time, waiting far we ta fall inte his perfect trap........ He ntnews.