Here’s Mr Pigeon sitting in his tree, watching Brora life. He doesn’t like Mr Guts. Those two have history. Like the time Mr Guts sneaked up behind him and grabbed his tail feathers. Mr Pigeon took off, but he wasn’t going anywhere because Guts had his tail feathers. So there was Mr Pigeon, in full flight, pulling Mr Guts along the garden path like a skier, his webbed feet splayed out in front of him. It’s good to laugh.