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Chapter One At the risk of sounding clichéd I’ll tell you that the fog I was flying through was thick as soup And not like consommé more like cream of cauliflower I know you’re thinking just how would I a typical homing pigeon know about things like soups Because I pay attention that’s how I read things Every day in the newspaper News Weather Advice columns Recipes But I’ll explain that later Being a homing pigeon means lots of flying Racing then finding your way home I can find my way back home through instinct alone without any map or compass just the one in my head And flying is serious business especially in fog I have to be careful I reduced my speed to 35 miles per hour nearly half my normal racing speed but even at reduced speeds things can loom suddenly out of dense clouds
Luck was with me this time I whispered to myself All three of my heart chambers were thumping wildly I took a moment to cautiously look up then down left and right and then I took off again I passed over the tops of some trees ghostly and vague down below Keeler Park I thought Getting close But dang it I’m late I knew my time wouldn’t be great thanks to being sidetracked by the hawk Soon I saw the familiar red-brown brick of home appear It was a five story apartment building Humans lived inside but I lived on the top I could make out my owner Otto down below on the roof Grandad was standing with him as usual smiling I folded my wings and with one final thrust I plunged beak first from the sky swooping to my landing platform just as the gray shrouded dawn was turning into a golden summertime sunrise Also as usual Otto had the gold pocket watch at the ready I heard him calling even before I landed Atta way Homer You made it He smiled proudly as he clicked a button on the watch Otto always gave me a hero’s welcome welcome as if I were a hero not just another homing pigeon doing what I do best coming home 3 Chapter One
