...work!

I was waiting at the Marnixstraat bus station. In fact, I was arriving there. I was approaching the bus 80 section of the bus station on foot, when I became aware of pigeon warbling. It's not so unusual there. It's a pigeon hang out. If you mind your own business, there need not be trouble, but they're watching....oh yes, give them an excuse, and...well, I wouldn't like to guess what would happen. You wouldn't want to approach with half a sandwich hanging from your pocket..ooh no. Shudder!
The warbling was of an elevated, perhaps excited manner. And lo, upon perusal, I noted a puffed out young man pigeon doing the jerky sexytimes strut around a young lady pigeon, who I have to say, didn't appear immediately to be rejecting the lad's affections. But oh the horror!...she had no feet! I've seen it before. I'm not sure what causes it. It could be some pigeon foot disease, but I have a feeling they land on hot things and leave their feet there. Maybe I should check it ahhht.
Still, she was otherwise a fine example. And honestly, I was a little touched by the effort that this young lad was going to. Love, or at least absolute unfettered desire had allowed this chap to see beyond the foot issue.
But sadly, this lumbering ape's arrival burst the balloon. The moment was lost. She was off. He just stood there, unpuffed....probably couldn't fly with a hard-on. Looking at me as if to say "You bastard!".
...."Oh look! A sandwhich!" and he was off...."Bitch had no feet anyway".