Questions, Questions, Questions....

"Where's the food?"

"What food?"

"You know -- the fancy pigeon food she buys just for us."

"Oh, yeah -- it's still in the car."

"Why?"

"Because she can't lift the 50 pound bag."

"Don't worry, she'll scatter some around after dark."

"Why do we have to wait?"

"So the neighbors don't see."

"What difference does that make."

"We poop on their roofs and they don't like that."

"Where am I supposed to poop?"

"Somewhere else -- they think we're pests."

"Yeah, they think we'll go away if nobody feeds us."

"I feel rejected."

"I just want some food."

"Yeah, me too."

"Okay, gimme the car keys."