The Pigeon

by Maxim Kremer

One day, the children woke up to find that, while they slept, they had been swallowed by a pigeon.

They called their parents for help, but it was no use.

The parents couldn’t hear them because, unlike the children, they were outside the pigeon.

The eldest child called a meeting.

He said, “Let’s run with scissors and talk to strangers all day.”

“But there is no one here but us,” objected one of the other children.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” said a suspicious-looking man with sunglasses whom no one had seen before. “Now, who wants to buy some scissors?”

Meanwhile, the sales executives at the scissor company were rubbing their hands.

Since they started using pigeon marketing, their sales increased tenfold.

But one old salesman was skeptical.

“Fools,” he said. “Enjoy it while it lasts, but sooner or later, the children will cut the pigeon open, and all our hard work will be for nothing.”

“You are just jealous because they rejected your idea about Scissor Olympics,” said another salesman.

“So now it was my idea?” said the old salesman.

“Gentlemen, calm down,” said the main salesman. “Let’s remember what’s important. We are all in the same boat here. If we want to be able to afford separate boats for each one of us, we need to sell more scissors.”

And they all went to their cabins to think of new selling ideas.

Maxim Kremer is a writer and artist currently living in Berlin. More of his work can be viewed on Instagram: @null_ohm.