The soul of James Brown and been transferred

The soul of James Brown and been transferred into the Pigeon by God. The Godfather of Soul Pigeon landed on top of a

lamp post and started singing; his sweet, sultry notes beckoned to people far and wide, who came to see the mystical Pigeon sing, until during an especially stirring recitation of

"Sad Statue" when a group of Gargoylian protestors drowned Him out. "Our feelings will be pigeonholed no longer!" one yelled. "Pepto 4 Pigeons!" "Coup Coup!" The One Pigeon seized

a Cheeto floating in a puddle left by the lawn sprinklers (fending off the pigeons that temporarily lost their Pigeon Rights Protest focus), held it up and shouted, “I, One Pigeon

shall stand before you, evil sprinkler. Also, I really like Cheetos." Then the little pigeon went over to the Cheetoh, and gobbled it down like no tomorrow.

I switched the channel from the "Everyone Poops Nature Show" to "Let's Look in My Neighbor's House." This week the host was trapped in the basement with a rottweiler. The camera

was fixed on the hosts face, pulled into an expression of sheer terror as the rottwieler barked and barked. The cameraman laughed as the host went fetal, his claustrophobia coming

down on him like the unforgiving waves on the beach of Christmas Island so many years ago. The cameraman stopped laughing when the host began to foam at the mouth. Someone screamed

"Fight the fairies!" then looked at noisy Asian cartoon porn for several hours. I was a bit disturbed watching him, so serious and unaroused so I just backed away before he saw me.