Subject: Shhhh...
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Posted on: 2012-08-23 07:16:00 UTC
Nobody's supposed to know about World One Surveillance duty.
And most certainly not about the fact that we've got surveillance roosts in almost every major urban centre on the globe.
Nope, nothing to see here, move along...
The City of Lovers!
The pigeons here are literally bigger than my fifteen-pound cat. I fear angering them,, so I've left an offering of bread crumbs outside our hotel room's only window. Now that twenty of them have landed on the outside sill, I am beginning to think this was not a wise thing to do...
Anyway, PARIS! Yay! Except time is screwy here - I'm a day ahead of y'all American folks - so...that's a thing.
Au revoir!
But France is in the same time zone as Italy... And here time isn't screwy at all. *gives a puzzled look at his alarm clock*
Besides, I feel slightly offended that you choose France instead of Italy.
[Insert lenghty rant here about how Italy is better than France fueled by the usual Italy-France antagonism. Please ignore it.]
Oh yeah? Well I think chocolate fondue is the best country ever, so nyah!
(Oh yes, I went there.)
. . . spies from the Department of Intelligence. They've been known to pull this stunt before! (http://www.freewebs.com/bonsaimallorn/YorkGath08.htm)
Seriously, three of them dive-bombed me for my hamburger. I didn't even think pigeons liked ground beef!
Nobody's supposed to know about World One Surveillance duty.
And most certainly not about the fact that we've got surveillance roosts in almost every major urban centre on the globe.
Nope, nothing to see here, move along...
I like the narrative voice you had going in the second paragraph. It's hard to pin down except as "Funny! Do more of that!". I think it's the seriousness of the tone and your choice of idioms (I fear angering them) combined with the description of the pigeons as bigger than your fifteen-pound cat and that there are twenty of 'em on the window sill.
Au revoir!
Fine, laugh if you will! When I earn their trust and sick them on America, YOU WILL NOT BE LAUGHING.
Of course the poo will be rather annoying...