SORTING IT OUT
First thing in the morning, hundreds of pigeons appeared. Carefully, they covered the buildings in dirt.
A
proposal was made -a bunch of seagulls should be imported, provided
they had been of use in hunting the other birds down. Everyone agreed.
Soon after, people realized it had not been the
fairest idea at all, as far as the pigeons and the seagulls got on well
with each other and gladly stained the sky under their wings.
Thus,
somebody reminded of two experts in falconry and asked them for their
dozens of falcons. Falcons that remembered neither their owners nor
their actual mission and devoted themselves to attack human beings
instead of their former targets.
Finally, the wisest men in the
council spent all the money left on paying a scientist who had been
successful in cloning pterodactyls.
Nowadays, those in town without wings are walking dead.
By Vanessa Navarro Reverte.
uauu que tetrico cielo.osea que todos muertos por intentar quitar a las palomas... Bss
ResponderEliminarMe ha encantado tu síntesis: ¡muy cierta! No la había contemplado con tanta claridad hasta que tú la has puesto con palabras :)
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