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Quite uncharacteristically Pound was having a terrible day and was really quite down. Usually he had a rather upbeat attitude and was jolly and perky. But he had had an awful morning and it had put a dampener on his day. He was withdrawn and snappy and was pacing up and down a workbench scuffling through the dirt and kicking a empty cotton reel along. It clattered off the end off the table to the floor with a plume of dirt and an echoing clink which sounded through the warehouse through the noise of cooing and ruffling feathers from above. He sighed dejectedly and flumped down sat on the table and stared unhappily out the window.
This morning he had to quickly attend to a sick hatchling. The only egg in the clutch witch had hatched the mother had looked on hopefully as Pound had tried everything he could but the chick was just too weak some creatures just weren’t able to survive. Even though he sadly told the mother there was nothing he could do she begged him to try something…anything to save her only child. It was heartbreaking but Pound just couldn’t help everyone there was only so much that was possible. The crying of the distraught mother and her shouts that he was ‘a terrible doctor’ and a ‘heartless drone of a pidge’ really sunk deep. It was days like this which really made him want to go be a guard again.
He sighed and flopped backwards flat down on his back staring up at the roof above, at least he had is afternoon off, it was jut a shame he felt so awful he wouldn’t do anything worthwhile with it.

'oh! ..Good afternoon Drum'
said Pound staring still straight up at the rafters above.
'Pound a Pint.......Doctor extrodinaire'
he said sarcasticly waving a wing absentmidedly at the cieling as he spoke
'...or just plain Pound will do just as well'

he sighed and looked over to Drum,
'How has youre day been Drum, what have you been up to?'
he said wanting to hear anything else to put his mind elsewhere.

Red Light flitted through Big Ma's territory, which he proudly called home, and gave a bored sigh as he went.

The pidge, who was painted brightly in Ma's colours, was mind numbingly bored from his guard duty. Despite this, he was proud of his position, although there was hardly a thing for him to do at this time. He was young and idealistic.

He was also horrible at landings.

He spied both Pound a Pint and Mended Drum and decided to join them. He knew them vaguely, but the young pidge did not know all of his flock. He hoped silently that he would have a decent landing, but his hopes were futile. He aimed to land beside Mended Drum and he folded his wings, but his lower half continued to go.

He landed hard on his rump and gave an alarmed sqwawk.

"Oi, sorry!" He apologized and, if pidgeons could blush, he would have been.

"Oh dear," Drum said, fretting over the poor pidge that had landed on his bottom. "Are you okay, Red? That looked painful!" She clucked over him, just as she tended to cluck over everyone in the flock. "Do you need help getting up?"

'Ah well then thats good then, are you done for the day then Red or are you just nipping in for a break?'

Pound looked to Red and to Drum who was fretting a wee bit but this was commonplace for Red and his spectacular landings.

'So what does the potion do then Drum? is it supposed to explode?'

Pound was intrigued and wanted to chatter

Letter was walking merrily along, her talons just creating the softest of tapping noises as she placed them down. It was a nice night and she didn't quite feel like sleeping at the time with the stars out. Her soft tune grew a little louder as she began to remember the song. Pleased that it was coming back to her she bounced a little in her step, she had been fretting about not being able to remember it that morning.

Letter gave a happy flutter as she remembered the song, she began to sing happily as she flew up to the open window of the mill.

"Well I was walkin' down down the mill one night and wot did I see?
Dandy of an 'andsome pide cooing to me,
He held out 'is wing and he gave mine a shake,
He had so many colours I could have sworn he were fake!

Well the fella leaned in close in looked in my eyes,
Hundred times more charm than a couple a couple a guys,
Said 'Dearest fair lady, what am I to do?
I do believe my heart has been taken by you.'

So he flew me to the rooftops and we talked all the night,
Never in me whole life had the stars shone so bright,
But he slid 'is wing 'round me, said 'soon I must fly,'
Then my gentle pidge was off when the sun hit the sky!

So I sat on my lonesome and dreamed day by day,
Where he was goin' never once did he say,
I sat and I wondered, now where could he be?
'Till I saw him roosting with my sister Marie.

But I didn't mourn long because I soon I did learn,
Even though it hit me and my heart seemed to burn,
That's it's not about plumage 'nor colour or size,
No what really matters is what you've got inside."

She turned to face Pound. "I'm a little late getting back in I know. I got a little distracted along the way, but I'm here now." She reassured the rest of the pidge standing there with a little smile. She knew it was best for an entertainer not to be out all night in the dark.

"Wonderful song! Wonderful song!" Drum agreed, applauding along with Pound. "Did you write it yourself?"