Pete
the pigeon pulled open the newspaper with his beak.
"Lets
see, market's up." he thought. "Time for the drudgery of the wanted
ad section."
He
recalled the time when Wendy's said they don't hire pigeons. Or the
worst, when the Wal-Mart manager called him a "rat with wings."
Such speciesism has plagued him from the beginning. Why was this
world so closed to pigeons? Why did they never get the respect they
deserve?
He
opened up the wanted ad section. "Hmm, a sales position." he
thought. "I hate the idea of being a salesman, but I need the money."
Pete
the pigeon placed his tiny briefcase in his beak. It was going to be a
long day. After polishing his resume he took flight with his tiny
briefcase and landed at the address.
He
opened the door and saw a receptionist. "Can I help you?" she
asked glaringly. "Yes, ma'am, I'm looking for a job."
"Sorry, we don't hire pigeons here."
Pete
the pigeon flew out the door. "Maybe I shouldn't have called her ma'am..." he speculated.