Potato chips. I hear the bag crinkling and go to it to investigate. Bakery. I smell the delicious aroma of the best bakery around. I abandon the potato chips for now and swoop in the minute someone opens the door. Instantly there is chaos. Some people try to shoo me out, others yell at the man who opened the door for me, others panic, and others pull out their cell phones. I love this. I walk on all the baguettes and peck at them until I am sated. Then I pick up two phones, fly as quick as possible out, with the owners of the phones chasing me.
So close. Almost there. I make it to the river and start gliding. I show them that their phones are very loosely gripped, then drop them, watch their terror, "Mom's gonna kill me" and catch them. They sigh in relief. So I do drop one. The girl's eye's widen in horror. The boy is still hoping I'll give his back. Yeah, right. I fly above the highway. I drop his, hoping it's shattered glass will puncture car tires.745Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQTFYr2rfUn
The other pigeons rarely join in on the sport, not wanting to the humans know we aren't dumb birds. I hear the potato chip back again. It's empty. How dare the human eat my potato chips?
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