When I was a little girl, my father used to tell me stories about those funny creatures. Red eyes, with a brave, maybe ignorant behavior: Pidgeons

They used to dominate cities, from the lowest streets to the highest skyscrapers. It was always a mystery the origin of such animal. No one had ever seen a nest or a hatchlings. They’d just appear from thin air, covering windows, cars and earth itself with beautiful white paint.

My father never told me what end such curious creature had: all I’ve learned was after he passed away.

See, the world had such unknown balance to us humans. Those birds, so many times called “flying-rats” were a vital piece of our biosphere. When the Pidgeons disappeared, the mosquitos also did, followed by the leeches, ticks and when our species got to understand on how serious of a situation we were in, it was too late.

In one month, Hawaii was gone, swallowed by the sea. In half a year, Europe was completely destroyed by hundreds of 13 Mag earthquakes. Earth had never seen such bloody days before.

And everything because of cocks.

The rumors tell a story about a bird lover, who introduced pidgeons the sweet pleasure of being pounded. Soon, bigger cocks were involved, and the birds got addicted to it.

Thousands, if not millions of birds flew from all the continents to the middle of United States, attacking poor men crotches in search of anal pleasure, but in the end searching for the original dick.

The message spread between the species, and as addicts do, the pidgeon neglected every other thing they required to survive. They’d hump day after day, but never reproducing, only looking for the anal pleasure from human dicks. Most of them couldn’t survive the journey: they’d die after being pounded once or twice, but their primitive minds didn’t care. The birds didn’t eat, didn’t drink nor reproduce: only searched for cock, cock and more cocks.

Now the survivors of human species live in a wasteland, myself included. But not for long.

I found an abandoned trailer with some weird things, but the most important thing was some cyanide together with some condoms.

I’ll join my father in the afterlife, but not before cursing whoever started all this: I curse your soul, pidgeon fucking man. You shall burn in a thousand hells, being covered by a thousand pidgeons shit!