I graduated last year fully convinced that I would soon open the job section of the paper to find the advert "German-speaking pigeon-makers wanted. Must be prepared to relocate to Bahamas. Daily cake allowance. Salary: £500,000 p/a"
This did not happen.
Never mind, Mr.Pigeon found himself a job which is the next best thing.
I'll give you a clue.
This is the name...
...and you can buy these...
Mr. Pigeon arrived for his first day and was soon serving behind the counter.
Except he didn't really like people trying to buy the chocolates.
He also discovered the bell...
... and thought it would be a good idea to test that it was working. Over and over again.
Deciding that he wasn't best at serving customers at the front, the manager asked Mr.P to make up drink and brownie orders, so he ordered himself a little cappuccino and a brownie.
He also worked hard at catching drips from the hot chocolate tap.
Mr.Pigeon then made an exciting discovery. This shop did not just sell chocolate and coffee!
He soon found out where the chocolate boxes, straws and chocolate cases were kept...
...and where he could earn some pocket money...
But woolly pigeons aren't cut out for all this hard work.
Mr. Pigeon tried his best to hide to avoid making drinks...
...to avoid customers...
...to become completely inconspicuous...
But it all got too much for him and, after squeezing himself under the brownie dome, he dozed off...
Mr.Pigeon's new colleague Becky and Manager Emma were not impressed.
At all.
Poor Mr. Pigeon.
