Dosquatch vs. The Pigeon

The scene - a simple college dorm room (that may or may not have been photographed for a "My Mess, My Problem" poster).

It's early AM, and the weather is such that the casement window has been cranked open. The utilitarian bunks are pushed right up to the window, to better enjoy the fresh air as the occupants sleep. One of the occupants, anyway. The furback is asleep, snoring away. The furback's roommate, Language Geek, however, is awake watching the scene unfold.

It seems that, in those early hours, the gentle snoring of the furback passed for love poetry to a lonely pigeon who happened by and landed on the window ledge.

"*skronx*," says the furback.

"*crtototototo*," coos the pigeon.

"*skronx*"

"*crtototototo*, *CRTOTOTOTOTO*!"

"*skrinx?*"

"*crtoto*"

A grand conversation, enjoyable by all involved. Just not necessarily *known* to all involved. 'Tis not the thing, though, as much as the knowing of a thing that holds true majesty. So true, so true, and no knowledge inspires such enthusiastic responses as unexpected knowledge. You see where this is leading...

"*crtotototo*," my feathered friend insists one final time.

"*skronxAAAAAHHHHHRRRRR!!!" I respond, enthusiastically snapping awake, as we both, pigeon and I, each leap away from one another. I, off of the bed and onto the floor, and the poor pigeon, straight backwards into the window, knocking himself silly enough that he forgot he was a bird that could fly for a full 3 stories (of 6) before saving himself by winging away from the adreneline-addled screams of a madman.

And, mind, the gleeful, gasping-for-breath laughter of afore mentioned roommate.

Bastard ;-)