It had been a long afternoon at the hospital, and Arnold had just finished delivering a bouquet of roses to a woman with two broken legs. Once he left the room, he pushed the cart back to the nurses' stand.
"Just finished the last of the deliveries Nurse Marilyn."
Marilyn, a thin woman with a blonde afro and long pink nails, leaned over her desk. "Oh thank you, Arnold. Y'know I think it's really sweet that you've decided to be a junior candy striper over your summer vacation."
"It's no problem. I like working here." Arnold said.
"Aren't you just the sweetest boy?" Marilyn grabbed onto Arnold's face and pinched it.
At that moment, Doctor Harrison, who worked across the street at the mental hospital came walking in. He was young, probably only graduated from med school a few years ago, and was one of the tallest men that Arnold knew.
"Hey there Arnie, how's Trix?" Doctor Harrison asked, ruffling Arnold's hair.
"So Doc, what brings you here?" Marilyn asked.
"Decided to take a late lunch. Besides, I had a rough night."
"Uh-oh. Another nut in the house?"
"I'm telling you, Marilyn, this guy is one of the weirdest and most insane I've seen. He keeps taking about his stupid birds, won't eat anything aside from berries, and get this: he won't even allow us to call him by his name, he likes to be called Pigeon Man."
Arnold's eyes nearly bulged out of his head from surprise. "Pigeon Man?! You mean, he's across the street, at the asylum?!"
"That's what I just said, Arnie. Guy is a real freak-show, we're thinking of starting medication right away."
Arnold didn't need to hear anymore. He had to get to the mental hospital and find out how Pigeon Man ended up there.