The pigeon had a piece of paper tied to its neck and this, in
this part of the world, was a very strange thing. They caught it and untied the
piece of paper to see what it was.
It was a message but in a language none of them could read. So they
searched throughout the village for someone who could read it. Eventually, after
a day, someone was found who could read it. It turned out to be a mediocre
message, meant for someone to go to South Africa. Nevertheless, everyone agreed
that it was a very strange way to convey a message in these days of cell
phones.
While the whole village was abuzz with this strange occurrence
and were engrossed in discussing it, one man viewed the whole issue in a very
different way. To him, his interest lay in the pigeon itself, not the message. He
strode up to the place where the pigeon was and grabbed it and, before anyone
could blink, twisted its neck. He then proceeded to unfeather it and eventually
to cook it.
It was a shocking way of ending the discussion. The crowd slowly
dispersed with him sitting under the eaves of a tree over a fire, with his
braii on a stick, singing a hymn happily as he slowly but surely chomped away
at his meal.
Peculiar News Compilation
'The Telling Is Mine; The Story Is Not'
© Dingiswayo Allan Sambo 2019
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