It was Hot, very hot and ‘The Dudes’ had found a lovely puddle to play in.
Just as they were getting their cool on there was an almighty splash as Fat Bob jumped right in the middle of the puddle.
‘Why do you always have to do that?’ grumbled The Dudes.
‘It’s fun and the water tickles better that way’, he replied.
‘You’re so fat and stupid’ they said glaring at him. ‘Been grubbing food from the tourists again? One day they’re gonna eat you!’
‘I’m not fat, I’m well-rounded and tourists don’t eat pigeon.’
‘Well if the tourists don’t get you, those speeding cars will. Why do you always fly around madly, you know it’s not safe. You should stay close to the park like we do’.
‘That’s silly,’ Bob said beginning to chuckle.
‘Why? Why? Why?’ they cooed at him with contempt.
‘Well he said, do you know the last thing that will go through my mind if I get hit by a car?’ (by now he was really struggling to contain himself).
‘MY BUTT!’, he shrieked with laughter
‘If I get hit I won’t know about it anyway, so I may as well just enjoy myself while I can’.
‘You’re a fool!’ Be safe, always be safe, that’s the only way to be’, they chorused.
‘Oh shit you lot will never understand’, he said as he took off flying in wild circles, rejoicing in the breeze that caressed his wings.
‘You’re a rude and foolish bird Bob!’ they all screamed, ‘you never show the slightest amount of decency or wisdom, you think only of yourself!’
‘You’re wrong in that, and I can even prove it!’ said Bob as he swooped down above them.
‘Really what pearls of wisdom does your idiot self now have to offer before you fly into a tree’, they said laughing at their cleverness.
‘There’s a cat behind you…….’