In the heart of the bustling city, atop an old wooden balcony, lived two pigeons
One sunny morning, as they cooed softly to each other, they noticed a small, fluffy
Penny gently nudged the little one with her beak, her eyes shimmering with joy.
Days turned into weeks, and the baby pigeon grew stronger.
Days turned into weeks, and the baby pigeon grew stronger.
They named him Pippin, after Pip, his father.
Pippin's tiny feathers began to unfurl, revealing patches of gray and white.
Pippin's tiny feathers began to unfurl, revealing patches of gray and white.
One afternoon, Pippin flapped his wings eagerly. "I want to fly like you, Mom and Dad!"
With encouraging coos and careful guidance, Pip and Penny taught Pippin how to spread his wings and take
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