Great grandfather: I was born in a wheat field and as soon as I could, I flew across the country with everyone else. The Western sunset was majestic.
Grandfather: Strange creatures are crossing the land, and everywhere they drop treats behind them.
Father: I burst out of my shell when the report of a rifle cracked nearby. Barely learned how to fly before I was adopted by my aunt in the city.
Pigeon: Today I found half a thing of French fries under a bench. Holy damn, I could barely get out of the way of the pedestrians after that!
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