“Shoot me down, Adam,” chirped a Pigeon. “Drive us to extinction.”
Enraged by the Pigeon's beaky grin, Adam rushed out of his house.
“Cut me down, Adam. Build a new mall,” a rustling voice said loudly. It was the Apple Tree, overwhelming him with fragrance.
“Yes, come on, Adam," taunted the Pigeon.
Adam picked a stone and threw it at the bird. He was held by two men.
“The nasty bird wears no mask and the tree….”
The men looked at each other, “He needs to be confined elsewhere.”