User:The pumaman

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Hi there, whoever happened to stumble across my page. You will not leave here alive (mostly because you'll die laughing at | this), but you are trapped.

Ah, forget it. Your browser has a back button. It's too easy.

So I guess you're wondering who I am. Well, you'll have to get an | HSD account and look at my profile, because I WILL NOT TELL YOU HERE!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I stay in the shadows.

Now it's story time!

Once upon a time, three pigeons named Peggy, James and Charles were foraging for their prized food of choice: French fries with Ketchup. They lived very pleasantly, and were not overweight in any way. As they looked for handouts along the sidewalk, a passerby threw out four of his french fries. Each pigeon was very happy to have his own special french fry! They tossed theirs about, happy as could be. After they had one french fry each, they realized that the passerby had given them four!

They fought over who should have it, and then Peggy remembered that there was a falcon that lived high above them on top of the building they were next to. This falcon had eaten many of their friends, one of them a brother of James. This falcon had lived mysteriously for many years now, and all the pigeons were very afraid of him.

The pigeons decided it was time to be nice to the bird that had eaten so many of their friends. Peggy, James, and Charles all bravely went up to the very top of the tower where the pigeon lived. James offered her the french fry. To their astonishment, the falcon said to them, "I'm so sorry about your friends. I didn't catch them, but I gave the orders to my mate to do so. And I'm sorry about your brother, James." The pigeons looked around in awe trying to understand what this meant.

But the falcon wasn't done yet. Her mate flew in towards Peggy. Peggy ducked under her talons just in time. Then his mate said, "Darling, for a while now I have been uncomfortable with eating pigeons. In fact, these three pigeons just offered me a french fry. So please, don't catch any more pigeons. They're very nice birds." The three pigeons blushed, and then left for more french fries. His mate then asked, "So what should I catch? Pigeons are the easiest to catch and the tastiest birds in this city."

He replied, "Come on. There are tons and tons of starlings in the city. You're way too fast for them, too." His mate agreed, and proceeded to catch many starlings.

The pigeons would visit the falcons often, and soon the news spread that the resident falcons were not eating any more pigeons.

And they all lived happily ever after (except the starlings).

THE END

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