the pigeon pulled open the newspaper with his beak.
see, market's up." he thought. "Time for the drudgery of the wanted
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
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."
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.
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."
the pigeon flew out the door. "Maybe I shouldn't have called her ma'am..." he speculated.