Tammy screamed out loudly at MariaReynolds. This time, it was not that she was pissed off about JustinBieber's singing (she actually quite enjoyed it today), but, because just as ZebrishBlack had left the bakery, a pigeon had flown in. It was molesting her bakery; not only was it stealing the seeds that she was to use in her.. uhm.. seed cake.. It also shat all over the floor; where Tammy used to store her sugar..

God, I hope Viktor doesn't see it, as he surely would call Gordon_Ramsey to inspect my bakery on hygiene levels..

Tammy jumped to catch it, but failed..She did not have legend length like Larry_Bird had.. Or cat-like reflexes like Soseki.

WE NEED TO CATCH THE PIGEON!

The rhythmic boing of the basketball hitting the ground echoed around Larry’s head.  The sprung wooden floor beneath his feet reverberating slightly as he focussed on the job at hand.  His Knickerbockers of New York were down by one point, time was running out and here he was at the free throw line.  He had sunk his first free throw, this was to tie and take it into overtime.  He couldn’t afford to lose.

Boing

Focus on the rim

Boing

Boing

Breathe in

Boing

Breathe out

Boing Boing

Ready, aim…and….shoot.

The ball looped out of his hand at a 49.3 degree angle, this was his go-to free throw.  Drained time after time in practice, drained just 45 seconds ago.  This was it…clutch to the max.

The ball sailed upwards hitting its apogee and headed straight towards the hoop.  The crowd started to rise to their feet and cheer when suddenly…out of the rafters, startled by the noise of the crowd a city pigeon swooped down its trajectory going straight for the ball.

In slow motion, Larry’s mouth opened to shout

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

when the BOING hit his ears and feathers cascaded down like hobo confetti.

CATCH THAT PIGEON

He yelled hoping to rouse Tammy, JustinBieber, MariaReynolds and ZebrishBlack into chasing it and wringing its bloody neck.

Larry sank to his knees in abject devastation.

Something was ahoof in town and Zebrish didnt like it. The day has started as any other, horsing around and dealing with the usual, which wasnt unusual if may be a little bit atypical, as normally he couldnt be bothered. But today there was definitely something in the air. A pigeon.

He had just left the hole in the wall that Tammy liked to call a bakery and there it was. Droppings on the sidewalk, out there for everyone to see. Little black and white formless piles of goo, slimy with nuances of gray and brown, and some could argue with a touch of blackish and even reddish too. A criminal was on the loose, and the victims of his crimes were anything but faceless. 

His stripes darkened matching his mood. Not on the streets of my city, he thought, the hairs of his manly mane prickling as if to answer the unspoken challenge of the little feathery bastard. A plan had to be hatched, and quickly at that too. Contact all the families, crews and outfits, organize hitters and send people to watch all local areas. No matter how much it took that pigeon was going down. 

And then he heard it. Larry_Bird, screeching off the top of his gingery white boy lungs, running and flailing his ungainly limbs in a fit of ecstasy. 

"I GOT HIM. I KILLED THE LITTLE FLYING RAT!"

All it took was a flawless free throw and it was done. Bird on bird violence was nothing new to the mean streets of Las Vegas and today the concrete jungle had claimed yet another soul. Larry_Bird got to put a new feather in his cap, Tammy bakery was safe again and Tuddy_Cicero got to be mentioned for no other reason besides being awesome. 

Zebrish felt fulfilled in his felt. Even if the grass was not always greener, at the very least it would be less shitty.