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"Oh, those flip flops are so beautiful," Christina commented, gazing at a pair of sky blue flip flops with sequins on the straps from her perch on Pigeon Pete's back.

"Why do they have all the fall clothes out already? It's June…I think," the bird looked through the window, surprised to see long-sleeved shirts and jeans.

"It's so people can buy them before fall actually comes, and yes, it's July."

"Oh. So, where else would you like to go?"

"You know, I'm not sure," the girl responded uncertainly.

They had been flying around the expansive city, browsing at the shops it had to offer. The duo gazed through the windows of an antique shop, china shop, pizzeria, tea shop, and currently, the clothes department. They called it aerial window shopping.

Ascending a few feet, the large pigeon glanced about. Gasping, eyes as large as the sun, he cried, "Bakery!"

His friend shifted on the bird's back, following his line of sight. "a bakery? I'm really not in the mood for anything sweet."

Pete turned to her, feathered face radiating ecstasy. "What do bakeries have loads and loads of?"

"Um—cinnamon buns?"

Pete imitated a game show buzzer. "Wrong!"

"Doughnuts?"

"Nope, wrong again!"

"Eclairs?"

"Bread!" like a bullet from a gun, the birdman shot in the direction of the bakery, laughing crazily. The girl clung to him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders. Pete was flying at top speed. He was completely fixated on having fresh loaves of sourdough bread.

The bird clumsily descended a short distance behind the bakery's window. Without giving his companion time to dismount, he ran over and pressed himself against the glass, emitting a blissful sigh. "Look at it, Chris! All that beautiful, beautiful bread! So…much…bread!"

After taking a moment to recover, Christina manage to say between pants, "I—I can't really—see anything."

"Oh, right! You can climb off now," Pete replied, squatting down a bit.

Slowly, she got off and stood beside the mutant, who moved slightly to the left to allow her to have a clearer view.

There was a slew of pastries: doughnuts, cookies, cinnamon rolls, muffins, cupcakes, cakes, eclairs, crullers, and much, much more. Christina's mouth watered, but she kept up her willpower. On the contrary, Pete was on cloud nine, licking his beak, yellow eyes as large as they could be, face pressed against the glass, and making dreamy sighs. Bouncing on his heels, he turned to his friend with a pleading look. She glanced back, already knowing what Pete was about to ask.

"Chris, could you go in and get me a loaf of sourdough bread, please?"

For a moment, the girl was tempted to please him, but she frowned slightly. "Pete, can't you go one night without it?"

"What? Oh, no, I can't!" the mutant cried, appearing quite flustered.

"I'm sure you can," she responded calmly.

"No, I can't!" he countered

Gently seizing the mutant's skinny arm, Christina attempted to pull him away from the baking facility. "You must resist!"

Pete remained where he was, feet planted firmly on the ground, talons digging into the warm pavement. Obviously, he wasn't giving up. Defeated, the girl released the limb and resumed looking through the window.

Pete exhaled dreamily once more, yellow eyes locked on the grainy food. "Bread—bread—oh, I so want that sweet, delicious sourdough!"

Christina giggled faintly. "You're saying you want it. That means you don't need it."

"Fine. I need sourdough bread!" the pigeon sighed exasperatedly, switching tactics. He sauntered toward her and rubbed the side of his face against hers, cooing softly.

The girl felt herself giving in, yet she held firm. "That's not going to work—oh, no, not that! Anything but that!"

Pete gave her the puppy dog eyes, beak quivering and large, crocodile tears added in for dramatic effect. Placing an arm around his friend, he rested his head on her shoulder and began making soft, whimpering noises.

She stood there, uncertain of what to do. On one hand, Christina didn't want to give in to the mutant's charade. However, she hated seeing him upset.

Christina sighed, wrapping her own arm around the bird. "Pete—come on, you can…"

He pulled away, an overly dramatic grin on his dampened face. "Oh, could you? Would you? Will you do it for your old pal?"

She laughed, despite herself. A second later, she shook her head, a stern frown crossing her face.

The pigeon pouted childishly, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, mischief brightening his features. "Alright, you asked for it! Come here, you!"

Without warning, he lunged and began mercilessly playing her sides. Gasping, Christina immediately dissolved into giggles. She attempted to pry his hands off, but no luck.

"Go get it! Go get me the bread! Get—me—the—bread!" he commanded playfully, laughing.

"N-n-no, stop!" the other cried, then grinned. "Now, you asked for it!"

She started tickling Pete's nearly bare belly, prompting him to burst into giggles as well.

"Get me the bread!" the bird shouted in mock annoyance.

"I'm not getting you the bread!" his friend replied.

"I need it!"

"No, you don't!"

"Give me bread!"

"No!"

"You are so getting that bread!"

"Not tonight I'm not!"

Minutes later, the duo stood, panting and holding their stomachs. Pete resolved, "Okay, before this goes too far, I surrender."

She sighed in relief. "Good. Now then, I think we should go…"

"Bread!" Pete cried, squawking wildly. He charged forward, nearly ripping the double doors off their hinges as he burst through. Immediately after, the staff stampeded out, screeching in terror.

The girl sighed resignedly, a small smile creeping onto her face. She entered and found her friend hugging a large loaf of sourdough bread to his feathered chest.