Bepo the pigeon loves yogurt.
Yogurt to him is something exotic alike caviar is to people. Exploring Kaštela as a tourist, Bepo had once found himself in the midst of a battle between mafioso Mario and the fisherman named "Wrong" , in which a spray of yogurt had splattered his wings.
At first Bepo was furious, for the feather's where stuck with the yogurt, and one knows that in the Kastelan wild west killer cats prawl everywhere. To launch himself into the air again Bepo had to clean the feathers with his beak, and so became enchanted with the taste of the diary wonder. Since that day on, back home in Split, Bepo hunts for yoghut and never plans to quit.
Ivana hates yogurt.
Her mother on coming home form work each day since chilshhod would place the runny snack in its plastic cup, and a spoon ,in to Ivana's hands, who every day afreash would be outraeged becouse of it. Whenever a chance would appear she would throw the cup of yogurt off the balcony. Than proceed to wash melodramaticly and old cup, for hours pretending she had just eaten the milkey goo .
Ivana lived in an apartment. She did not have a pussycat, nor a puppy, the only living pet she ever had was a branch.
And that branch cheered her immensely, for on it in winter, autumn and spring days would perch choirs of pigeons. Oh yes, Ivana and her teady bear would sit on the balcony and throw crumbs trying to befriend the pigeons, cooing them to land on their hands as they had seen parrots sometimes do. It had never succeeded. The pigeons would land on the balcony only when Ivana and Teadybear would be hiding behind the curtains. Despite this the pigeons made Ivana happy, she even learned to goo-goo like one.
One stormy and ugly day, a lighting passed ower the building where Ivana and mother lived, and broke off a branch from a tree. It happened to be exactly the branch from exactly the tree from which for years the pigeons had entertained and made Ivana happy. Very sad and not so little Ivana hid in her room, did not leave for days, eating chocolate, hugging teaddy and reading books about places far away.
Such a display of bad mood, made the mother worried, seeing her child grouchy and maybe sick, and she placed in to Ivana's hands a wholsome yogurt. She even added honey. But Ivana enraged by this smothering act , spun her arm as she had seen hillihibly athletes do with a rock, and jerked the yogurt off and ower the balocny right in front of the mother..The mother crossed her self, her face turned white, unable to speak she pointed to a spot behind Ivana.
Ower the balcony, a pigeon was rising, creaking from effort and waight, for its leg was stuck in the aluminum lid of a half kilo yogurt cup. In agony it tryed to flap its wings all the while squealing like a little pig.
Ivana concerned acted at once. She jumped towards the fence, took hold of the yogurt cup, and in it trapped pigeon. Finlay her wish had come true. Holding the pigeon in her hand she sung the practiced pigeon song goo-goo- goo -goo, and than with a heavy heart freed the feathered friend from its binds, and set it free>
The pigeon rose into the air creaking much less, and than like a mig plane , with the speed of light it speed head first into the joghturt cup. It slurped and slurped until there was no yogurt left. That yogurt to him was more wondrous than usual, firstly there was more than ever before and secondly it was wondrously sweet, fantastic, Bepo had found himself in heaven and he did not care for life any longer. The sated and contend pigeon was overtaken by slumber, and so rounded it fell asleap on Ivanas palm.
Ivana's hair at once turned blond form happiness. Slowly moving around the flat in leopard slippers, and not disturbing the pigeon on her palmm, using one the one free hand she made a bed from wool and cardboard. She now understood the fateful purpose of yogurt, which she had until this moment seen only as a punishment, and she realised yogurt had many uses after all.
The box bed she placed on a chair, which she surrounded with all sorts of fruit yoghurt's, and into the bed she placed Bepo the pigeon.
No longer sad, to the contrary very very glad Ivana kiseed her mother and read a fairytale to the sleeping pigeon. Though she did replace the protagonist frog by a pigeon, which turnes into a prince, this story is to be continued so who knows how it will turly end--
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