A big bird sitting on a tree watches a small bird on an electric wire.
It begins to rain.
The birds fly away.
The street dogs take their way to their homes.
Cars vroom by.
I get a phone call. I find it to be my friend. He asks me to come by for a game of snooker.
After spending time with my friend playing snooker in the sports club, i go back home to make my food for lunch.
The birds give me an idea of two dishes.
I make noodles in the memory of a big bird and a plate of pasta for the small bird.
I call my friend home and enjoy my lunch with him.
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