Hearing the birds landing on the roof, Joe smiled at his perfected business model: selling people pet birds that were trained to return to him.
Sleeping soundly, Joe did not smell the smoke or feel the flames that spread from the device tied to the pigeon’s leg.
The seating chart was terrible and made no sense to anyone but the host, who insisted everyone take their seat and raise a toast.
Michael, Olivia, Liam, Omar, Charles and Helen all raised their glasses.