Spark, a difficult independent 90 year old, liked sitting by the park feeding the pigeons. One day he brought with him a whole bun of fresh bread just to feed his daily company. Little by little, pinch-by-pinch, he fed each pigeon with joy. He sat there without being noticed by anyone in the rich suburban neighborhood.
Then suddenly a man in his early 40's rained on his parade by telling her that him shouldn't throw away good food on a bunch of pigeons that can find food anywhere... when there are a lot of people starving in Africa, says the stranger.
Then Spark said in crazed anger and without hesitation, "Well, hell, I can't throw that far!"
Then suddenly a man in his early 40's rained on his parade by telling her that him shouldn't throw away good food on a bunch of pigeons that can find food anywhere... when there are a lot of people starving in Africa, says the stranger.
Then Spark said in crazed anger and without hesitation, "Well, hell, I can't throw that far!"
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