We were monitoring the radio transmissions last night, listening to all the personal messages during the intermission of the symphony – The tea will be poured at four; Tom, your cousin arrives tonight; The sparrow laid an egg; The creek flows swiftly; Song number three repeats . . . and so forth. One message must have been so urgent that it was sent in the clear for those concerned:

Fear not peep*delion help is on the way

Shortly thereafter a smart pigeon, not to be confused with a smart bomb or homing pigeon, flew by Augustus, which pretty much verifies the fact that smart pigeon is an oxymoron, and the Big A grabbed this picture . . . and the pigeon.

 

 

So, my dear Peep de Lion, they are sending mercenaries from the woods to aid you. We will be ready.