“Are we done now?” The pigeon shot you a look.

“I…I…you…really…” You stuttered, trying to find some words.

“Yes. More bread please.”

It all seemed too illogical as your head pounded with overwork.

Were the questions too easy? Common knowledge? Should I ask more? Why would a pigeon know those things anyway? You sat there as your brain slowly started shutting down.

“Hellooo~?” The pigeon inquired, waving a wing at you. “Starving here.”

You walked out of your room for the nth time that day.