she asks you a question, eyes glowing. "do you have millet, zaz?" you nod your head, and her eyes widen. her tail fluffs up, her feet tapping against the hard floor, as you pull out a handful of millet.
"i hope this is good, my feathered friend," you smile. "is this enough?"
"it is never enough." the pigeon chuckles. "but it will do."
- an excerpt from a totally real book about a real pigeon featuring you
















