Once upon a time there was an ever-growing clan of pigeons who found the statue of the lad and the big bad wolf as attractive as the photographers who featured photos of it everywhere. It was a beautiful bronze color, that is, it was until the pigeons did what they normally do when they float over your head and take aim.
Over the years people thought the spots turned the statue into a magical masterpiece that the town council – to save funds – cheerfully agreed to leave uncleaned. Eventually all that the tourists who came looking for the statue could find was a huge whitish gray, compost wannabe pile that the pigeons kept contributing to.
Thankfully most tourists thought the artistic touch added by the pigeons was even more impressive than the original statue which was no longer visible. By doing nothing the town found itself living happily ever after.
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Denise offers “float” as the prompt word for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Blessings, Frank.
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Thank you, Esther! And blessings to you as well!
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lol
excellent Six
(so many ways to look at: pigeons, statutes, towns people, town councils and tourists! Most of the former qualify for inclusion in the phrase, ‘All is vanity’
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Good point: all of that is vanity. Blessings and thank you, Clark!
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😅 well who’d have thunk it! Pigeon poop though does go like stone if left – good one Frank 🙌
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Thank you, Ange! Blessings to you!
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😃
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yikes…the original statue must not have been that impressive if being covered by pigeon dropping was an artistic improvement! I’m glad the town lived on in bliss.
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Good point! Perhaps it is best that no one can see that statue anymore. Blessings, mysteriam!
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Not being a nature enthusiast myself- I would appreciate it if the committee would clean the statue instead of leaving the bird’s art–a-facts where they fall.
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I agree with you about cleaning the statue, but this committee isn’t the smartest group in the world. Blessings, Violet!
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Delightful! Well done, dear pigeons.
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Those pigeons added the finishing touches to the art. Blessings, Chris!
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I reckon councils are all pretty much the same; always trying to clean up one way or another.
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They do seem all alike. Blessings and thank you, Misky!
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Perhaps leaving it covered, covered their own trail in some way.
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They might have to do an archeological dig to uncover the original statue. Blessings and thank you, Mimi!
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O man what the pigeons do to statues!
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These were very productive in what they did. Blessings and thank you, Jim!
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lol
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And so the proliferation of AI leads to a society where people can no longer tell the difference between true art and bird poop.
Very cleverly told, Frank!
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I like your approach to AI. I am glad you liked this tale, Liz! Blessings!
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Your story made me laugh, Frank–sometimes “doing nothing” is not a bad thing! Blessings on your weekend, brother!
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Thank you, Cale! Blessings to you as well!
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😊
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It’s all great til it lands on your own head. le yuk! haha
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Good point! May they aim for the statue. Blessings!
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One can hope 🙃
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