Max stopped writing for a moment, and looked out of his window.
In the park across the street, he saw the most amazing thing.
It walked on two legs, its little body kind of swaying as it moved,
and this tiny little head on top of a very short neck, if you could call it that.
He seemed to recall he'd seen something like this somewhere before,
like in a book of mythical creatures or something.
He became terribly excited, and his heart began to race, as his eyes typically
picked this precise moment to have trouble focussing.
Max was in absoloute awe of this amazing creature, when he realised it was only a bird.
It was only ever a bird, he was just so distracted and stressed he'd
completely forgotten that birds exist.
He looked again- it was a pigeon.
"I need a fucking holiday".
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