I use to take care of traveling pigeons and I had a lot of them. So one day I decided to sell a few and so I did. I sold about 40 of them to a man in a different town, about 30 km from me. And...after about 2 days, what do you know? The pigeons came back, they were outside on the roof, watching me. So...because I am a man of honor, I took them from the roof and one by one I cut off the wing feathers to enable any flight and took them back to the man I sold them to. That man was very pleased but the pigeons were not. They were looking with empty eyes full of love at me. On my way home their faces were haunting me and during the night I dreamed about them and the days when we were hanging around with them. I was very sad for the next days. And one morning after about one week I hear some knocking on my door. I wasn't expecting anybody. I went to the door, I watched through the window and nobody was there. But again...knock-knock-knock...I started to be paranoid, who can be? I am going again and checking the window, and nothing...I am starting to panic. But finally I decide to open the door cause it was a constant knock in it. So...I'm going to the door, open it and...who do you think it was? The pigeons!!! They came 30 km jumping and walking cause they didn't had any wings and they were knocking at my door with their beaks. I couldn't believe it with my own eyes. And because they jumped and walked all that amount of way, now they developed strong legs. Their legs were big and featherless. I took them back, I gave the money back to that man and I started training my pigeons to raise a new type of animal. A walking pigeon.
P.S. this is a picture of one of them, the leader, I call him names (yea, "names" is his name)
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