Ok, after much deliberation, I set about the task at hand.
Gathered my implements . . .
my weapon of choice
the net to snare the creature
I crept toward its lair, intent on taking back what is mine! Licking dry lips, I snuck toward the back of its hiding place, and shone my light in!
Instinctively I swung the light around in a low arc, thinking the creature meant to attack me from behind, but thankfully, all was quiet and peaceful.
After glancing around to make sure it hadn't flown anywhere I shone the light underneath and though I could just see some grey feathers. I heard a voice in my head, spurring me on, it called for vengeance, I flexed the hang holding the metallic lasso and for a moment it looked like a spear . . .
I shook my head to clear it, and moved the rack a bit to get to the other side, and sure enough . . .
I've got you now!
DAMMIT, STOP POOPING EVERYWHERE!
Casting aside the makeshift lasso, I readied my net - and struck! It was a cagey opponent, having much more energy than i would after a day and a half with no food or water, and it earned my grudging respect. The conclusion was however inevitable as it was pitifully outmatched both in strength and wits.
At last, the creature was mine!
I carried it over to the kitchen window, the suspected point of entry, and attempted to sedn it back to the vile depths from which it came. However it seemed reluctant to go.
Eventually I was able to coax it out, and it flew, uncertainly at first, but then with more energy toward the window of the very office which was its home for about 40 hours.
And thus ends the tale, he flew across the alley, perched on a building for a minute or 2 before flying off.
I am thinking of calling the pigeon Ishmael.
Last edited by leor
on Thu Nov 04, 2004 10:38 pm, edited 2 times in total.