Taco Truck Guy, Phil, and their Pigeons by Hannah!
Once upon a last week, there was a
Taco truck guy, his friend Phil who always tagged along, and their traveling pigeons.
They had a humble taco truck which usually resided at 45 Court Street, near
Buffalo NY. They were set apart from other Taco Truck business, extraordinarily,
they used pigeons for deliveries. The pigeons didn’t mind this at all, and they
always got a treat after every job. But, of course someone had to tell the
animal activist about the clever trade, and they showed to give them a drab
lecture one fateful morning. They had just gently flung a pigeon into the air
to make a delivery to a gymnastics group, when they arrived with picket signs. “Animal
abuse!” they hollered as they marched around the truck. So taking heed from the
animal activists, The Owner stopped using birds, and used his trusty companion.
Phil. Phil was a pushover so to speak. He did whatever The Taco truck guy
wanted and when he was loaded up with burritos and cartons of rice to walk to
the other side of town; Phil didn’t show his eternal pain.
Unsurprisingly, Phil was stopped
by a child labor activist group, who told him, he shouldn’t stand for that type
of work. He was shocked at fist with the encounter, but dismissed it because he
was typically mistaken for a child on a regular basis. He was only 5’4 and had
a taste for Sesame Street apparel. Once
he got back to the store, he found that the group of activist had followed him
back. They shouted and pumped their fist. “Children aren’t mules! NO FREE
LABOR!” Predictably, the owner took it upon himself to saddle the orders back
and forth, but whoop-de-do, he was stopped by a concerned citizen who would
like to remain anonymous. Basically, the concerned citizen warned the owner that
lifting heavy tortillas could cause permanent back problems. Suddenly alarmed
for his health, the Taco Truck guy rushed back to his place of work, and to Phil.
After a brief conversation between the
two-Phil and Taco Truck Guy- they decided that they would have the pigeon once
again carry the meals. Nevertheless all three of the activist groups, including
the anonymous concerned citizen, showed up when they saw this happening. “Greedy,
Lazy, heartless! How could you!” one of the group yelled, which attracted the
passing crowd. “What’s going on!?” a young boy shouted from a bench. “They poisoned
our water supply! Burned our crops, and delivered a plaque among our houses!”
someone bellowed from the child labor side. “They did!?” the crowd incredulously
inquired, the crowd. “NO! But they abused a pigeon!” a deafening cry of outrage
shook the city as the crowd took this in. “I say we have a SACRIFICE!” and
without waiting for this to settle among the now terrified trio, the crowd attacked!
Someone tied them up, when another perfected a stake for burning. With one last
hopeless glance from each other, the Taco truck guy and Phil wordlessly agreed
on one thing before the match was lit, you can’t please everyone in New York.
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