“Where’s Fred”

“He is sitting in that tree”

“Come and join us Fred.”

“No way. Too dodgy on that ledge, imminent danger lurks. Now you are just three pigeons. When I settled on it there were also three and then some humans threw some bread crumbs. Then the siege began and they were all carrying their bread up to the ledge. Suddenly there was no more room. Lost my balance and my bread. Now I am sitting in a tree. Have it all to myself.”

“What about the bread?”

“It was stale in any case. Humans save their old bread for the piegeons.”

FOWC with Fandango: Imminent