This for That Please

pigeons!

this is a pigeon egg. i throw pennies at the male i hate him. he enters my dreams, and we make pigemanic amends, but the sun rises, and he gurgles his throbbing gullet until i awake with unrest, and i hate him. i gently urge the female away from her nest, i feel her fear and sadness, and i enact monstrous selfishness, and remove her nest. egg and all. this is ceaseless, and none of us three ever seem to learn.

They got what they wanted.

The story in which Senor makes a tasty flat cake.