"Coooooooooooo!"
I only wanted a nibble, I promise, said Mr.P.
But I still made him apologise to Fred...
I only wanted a nibble, I promise, said Mr.P.
But I still made him apologise to Fred...
Fred told Mr.Pigeon not to worry about it.
But what drives a young pigeon to such violence?
It soon became clear that it was all my fault. I've been trying to cut down on all those tasty German sweet things. Without his daily dose of cake, Mr.Pigeon was suffering withdrawl symptoms and even began to hallucinate...
But what drives a young pigeon to such violence?
It soon became clear that it was all my fault. I've been trying to cut down on all those tasty German sweet things. Without his daily dose of cake, Mr.Pigeon was suffering withdrawl symptoms and even began to hallucinate...
So after taping Mr.P's beak closed (in case of further incidents), I dashed out to the nearest Patisserie and returned with one big bag and one small bag...
...one for me and one for Mr.P...
...although somebody didn't seem to think this was fair...
...and made a beeline for the biggest pastry...for MY pastry.
Oi! Pigeon! No!
Oi! Pigeon! No!
I wasn't having any of it...
MWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!
...and before I get any e-mails about pigeon cruelty, no pigeons were (badly) harmed in the making of this post.
Anyway, after he had stopped sulking and I had promised not to let him go too long without cake again, Mr.Pigeon decided to make it up to Fred by sharing his pain au chocolat.