Walter took a deep breath. This was it. He tried to keep his cool, but he knew he was going to lose his job anyway, no matter how hard he tried to explain that it was that dumb pigeon.
‘Rat-a-tat-tat.’ Walter knocked on the door.
“COME IN!” boomed his boss, Larry Miller, head of FBI and his boss. Larry was a big man with a big voice and a big ego. He looked very different from everyone else at the FBI, for he never wore suits nor dark glasses and patent leather shoes. He always wore a white top with a big red stain on the right collar and a couple of buttons missing at the bottom because of his rotund figure, as well as some jeans.
“It’s me, Larry.” said Walter quietly, his head bowed to the ground.
“SIT DOWN!” he yelled.
Walter didn’t find it sensible to answer. He sat down.
“WHY in the name of the lord was a 2.4 billion dollar space shuttle ruined?” He spat out the word ‘ruined’, as if it was a piece of dirt on his shoe.
“Mmmph.” Walter mumbled.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” bellowed Larry, his face red with anger. He brung it right up close to Walter, so he could see the flecks of spit flying from his mouth and the stubble on his face that telled Walter that Larry hadn’t shaved in a long time.
“What did you say, Beckett?” Walter winced at the use of his last name, as the FBI only used agents last names when they were in deep, deep trouble.
“Was it.... YOU???”
“N-N-No.” Walter stuttered.
“So you’re gonna tell me you didn’t ruin it?” he said softly, with a dangerous glint in his eye.
“I-I-I- It was a pigeon!” He burst out.
“It was a WHAT?”
“It was a pigeon!” He spluttered.
Larry suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“A pigeon!” he chuckled wiping tears from his eyes.
“No, really! A pigeon was looking for bread and pecked at T J F A E E A N E B! (The Just For Absolute Extreme Emergencies And Nothing Else Button).”
“You really think I’m gonna believe that?” he smirked.
“Yes.” Walter mumbled.
“THAT’S IT!” He yelled furiously.
“YOU…… ARE…… FIRED!”
It was like the whole world stopped. Walter loved his job! He loved coming to work everyday, and it had always been his dream to join the FBI, ever since he was little.
“Well then, thank you for your time.” He said quietly, as he didn’t want to show that he was deeply hurt.
“You’re welcome, isn’t he, Pigi?” Larry said, glancing down at the most bizarre pigeon that Walter had ever seen. He had been so caught up in the thought of losing his job that he hadn’t noticed the Pigeon that Larry was stroking. The Pigeon was obviously called Pigi, and resembled the pigeon that had led him into this big mess, except he had a goatee, and a little nostril hair. He also had a big brown robe on, one that resembled Obi Wan Kenobi.
Walter couldn’t bear to be around something that even resembled that pigeon, so he closed the door behind him and stepped into the cold morning air. He slumped down on a park bench, the life drained out of him.
Ow! Something was pecking at his shoulder! He turned around, and on the ground was a bagel, and a pigeon.
Thanks for reading my writing! Go onto my friend Madeleine James's blog to find out a bit more about Pigi!
