Pigeon Impossible
Perspective: CIA Agent Walter Beckett
Mornings like this, there are a ton of butterflies in my
stomach. I am pretty good at what I do, but I am always afraid of the worst.
Being a junior CIA agent, someone watching over my every move. ALWAYS. To move
up in rank, I must do everything right, all the time. I begin to cross the
street to get my briefcase, and keep jumping--afraid that the cars will hit me.
It must be obvious the amount of nerves that I am feeling. I am a complete
mess. I make it across the street, and have a successful hand off of the briefcase.
Whew! One step down. My briefcase is in one hand, and my delicious bagel in the
other. I make my way to the bench that I sit at everyday so I can begin my
work. As I get closer to the bench, I sense someone watching me. I usually don’t
feel this way. Who could be watching me?
All of a sudden, a pigeon comes and sits on the bench beside
me. I begin to eat my bagel and get my computer up and ready to go. Wait…the
bird is staring at ME. What the heck does this bird want? Why is he looking at
me that way? I KNOW… He must want my bagel. Of course! Birds like bread, and I
am sure he smells my bagel. I rip off a small piece of my delicious bagel,
hoping this will satisfy the bird. I throw it to the bird, but the bird doesn’t
care. The bird wants more. Does this bird really think that I am going to give
him more of my delicious, expensive bagel? No way; this is my bagel. The bird begins
to come toward me. Oh no! He is flying after my bagel, and tries to grab it
from me. I must not lose my focus on the computer, but I have to get this bird
away from me. I throw my bagel to try to get him away from me, and somehow the
bird ends up in the briefcase, of all places.
My briefcase is shut and on the ground underneath the bench.
It starts coming after me out of nowhere. What is going on with my briefcase?
Why is it coming after me? I go around the bench to get out of the way of my
briefcase, as it keeps bouncing down the sidewalk. Where is my briefcase going?
My briefcase is coming back towards me now, as well as a woman running away in
a panic. What did I do to cause this to happen? Shots begin to fire from my
briefcase. Why is it shooting at me? My briefcase is out to get me now. It has
a mind of its own. It keeps shooting bullets, and now it starts to blow things
up.
I get knocked down to the ground as shots continue to fire
all around me. As I get up, I notice that my bagel is on the ground beside me.
I quickly grab it. I must get that bird away from me and my briefcase. All
around me, things are in a panic. A car is on fire, and cars are wrecking all
around me. I hold the bagel up in the air, hoping that the pigeon will see it
so we can stop all of this. I only want to get my briefcase back and go on my
way. I don’t even care about giving the pigeon my whole bagel now. I tempt the
pigeon by holding the bagel over the flames from the car. Maybe if I tempt him
with this bagel, he will get out of the briefcase and go away. The bird peaks
out of the case, and I hope that this is the end. As I get closer to the
briefcase to give the pigeon the bagel, I try to catch him. The pigeon doesn’t
like this idea and goes back into the briefcase.
The next thing I know, a missile is looking me straight in
the face. I throw the bagel up in the air, trying to get the pigeon out of the
briefcase. The bagel comes flying back down and lands in the briefcase…on the
fire button for the missile. The missile begins to take off, and it looks like
it is going for Russia. I have to stop that missile. I can’t let it hit Russia.
What am I going to do? I grab on to my suitcase, and away I go. I fly into the
air after the missile. I am getting closer and closer to the missile. I can
make it; I can stop the missile. Almost there….what in the heck? Why is the
bird coming back after me again? The bagel must be still in the briefcase. I
try to aim at the missile, but there is no ammunition. The bird is sitting on
the briefcase-staring at me as we fly through the air. All the bird wants is
the bagel. All I want is for this to be over and get on with my day. I open the
briefcase so the bagel can get out and make the bird happy.
The bird goes after the briefcase, and once again I attempt
my shot. I must stop this missile in its tracks. I aim, and shoot. Perfect. The
missile explodes, and the sky is filled with a black ball of smoke. I slowly land
back on the ground, right next to the bench that started it all.
I put on my black sunglasses, and walk away, pretending
nothing happened.
