The Dead Pigeon Every now and then something happens, and leave you quite unsettled. And even after thinking, it takes a while before you can come to terms with the event. The story of the dead pigeon is one of these occasions. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I arrived from a four week holiday in the Caribbean and Florida. I was very tired since I had started the journey almost thirty six hours before, including overnighting on a bench at Boston airport. The house seemed slightly messy and crowded, but then I had left in a hurry. And because it was winter, young tropical plants were, as usual, hibernating everywhere. I decided to go straight to bed after I had had a look around. On my way out, I noticed a large mound of gravel and sand at the bottom of the fireplace. This seemed unusual, almost as if the inner walls of the chimney had started to disintegrate. I gave it a little thought and then went to bed. The next morning after investigating, I was still puzzled, as...
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