Transcription of Coos

~ Frank Solanki

“Papa, which is your favourite?” Cooper junior asked enthusiastically as he sailed with his parents seeking fresh targets. “I am particularly fond of bald heads.”

“No, Junior,” Papa Cooper corrected him. “We pigeons are not in the business of having favourites. We must…”

“Oh that’s a headfull of rubbish right there,” Mama Cooper interrupted him. “I know it very well that you love to park your droppings on long hairs. You love to watch it get tangled in their locks as they turn skywards to hurl profanities in your direction.”

Papa Cooper gave an embarrassed smile.

“What about you, Mama? Do you have a favourite?”

“Junior, more than scalps, I love the human face.”

“The face? Isn’t that the most difficult?”

“It is. That’s what makes it so appealing. The thrill of landing one on their faces as they are relaxing in our soft, green grass is irresistible. Oh just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.”

“Have you ever landed one?”

Mama Cooper shook his head, “But you know what? Some day I will.”

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