Hello,
Last week Colab watched a clip called Pigeon Impossible. It was about a secret spy called Walter, his briefcase and donut, and a pigeon. I wrote my take on the story.
You know, some days, pigeons feel hungry. That's just the way of the world. On this particular day, one ravenous pigeon was so starving that he found any food irresistible! This pigeon was walking along in the gutter, when he saw the most delicious, amazing, biggest, best bagel ever in the hands of the very misfortunate secret spy Walter. This wasn't just any bagel either, it was fresh and warm, and the pigeon was craving bagels!
Walter praised and treasured his high tech briefcase that was nestled beside him. While having a lunch break he saw this pigeon. It pecked at his bagel. Fairly enough, he presumed. He broke off a modest amount of the bagel. It was only a crumb, yet the pigeon was famished. Poor pigeon. It squawked. Walter (slightly irritated) shooed the pigeon away.
Worst mistake ever! The pigeon snatched the bagel, and in all of the commotion the pigeon went flying into the briefcase. The pigeon, rather distressed skittered on all the buttons. He pecked on a button saying ‘fire’. Laser beams shot across the street towards Walter, but he was prepared and ducked behind a wall. This happened repeatedly. The Pigeon, flew up into the sky, and fired at a person in their car, and started causing destruction in the city. ‘This was nothing yet’, Walter thought.
The Pigeon pushed on a button that released the safety catch for the red button. Startled, was how the pigeon felt, but his curiosity won him over. He looked around, poking at this and that. He was becoming rather exasperated. Pigeons, are a bit like bulls. When they get angry they run at red. The pigeon saw the hugest, biggest, bloodiest-looking, reddest of the red HUGE button! The pigeon backed up, before charging at the speed of lightning, towards the button, before flying backwards. The abuse to his beautiful wings only made him more enraged with anger, and he lunged again.
Suddenly a crisply coloured white tower erupted open, to reveal a huge missile, that soared into the air. The briefcase went skidding across the street before opening, catapulting the pigeon way into the distance. Walter, who was appalled, was obstinate to get revenge. But there was no time to worry about some as small as that! No, Walter was preoccupied with other things right now. Such as a multi million dollar explosive device, accelerating towards Moscow in Russia. Walter, with beads of sweat running down his face, frantically banged on the keyboard, hoping there was a ‘back’ button. No such luck! Aided with his high tech gadgets Walter zoomed into the sky. He adjusted his aim, only to discover the aggravating pigeon gazing at him.
Walter hurled the donut away, and thankfully, the pigeon followed after. The bottom segment of the missile detached and plunged below. “Phew!” Walter though. Walter aimed at the remaining segment of the bomb. He exhaled slowly, and pressed release. BANG! To Walter, the sky was black. He went plummeting down, but used his briefcase to prevent injury.
After landing, he scrambled back onto his feet. Walter slid his sunnys over his eyes, before casually strolling away, safe and sound. You might be thinking, where did the falling segment of the missile go? THUD! Well, let’s just say the pigeon’s fate was unfortunate.