Extremely positive. I would like to own a pigeon or two one day, when I am living in my cozy A-frame cabin with a shaggy dog, a highland cow, a vegetable garden, a path leading down the rocky cliff to a series of tide pools brimming with life that I draw and describe in my journals every day, a fish-smoking shed, a rabbit hutch, and a secret glade where the elf queen comes to let me braid her hair and listen to sick jams on the radio with me.
Anyway yeah I like pigeons.
Oh and also. Every seven weeks, I go out riding under the moon upon a bone-white steed, carrying a lantern carved from a radish. Its hypnotic light leads travelers into the bog, where I raid their pockets and then leave them to the creature that lives there. In return, I am blessed with peace and prosperity.
Hey ship, how d’ya feel bout pigeons
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