“Huh-huh.” Gavin nodded. “Wocher reckon happened?”
“Something cataclysmic.” Tim was known as the wise one of the group.
“Reckon they’re extinct,” ventured Rosie.
“Yeah, you’re right, Rose. Crawling all over the place one minute and now, nothing.”
“Just as well,” muttered Gavin. “Vermin. We’re better off without them… Hey, look. Is that one down there? Just gone under Feather Bridge?”
The other two peered down, but there was nothing other than an eerie silence.
The three pigeons fluffed their feathers and flew off. “You’re right, Rose, the human race is extinct.”