The wizened old nun looked up from her espresso and stared out toward the piazza , watching the children run to and fro, chasing pigeons and shouting to each other in Italian.
“Fly birdy, fly away” she heard one small voice cry out.
She watched the boy clap his hands behind the pigeon and as the bird took flight the boy chased along behind for a second.
The sun had begun to set and the nun was feeling chilly. She ordered a whiskey from the young waiter who stood on the steps of the cafe watching the children.
“Un whiskey perfavore” said the nun.
“Sure” said the waiter, pleased to show off his english language skills.
She followed him inside with her eyes, she watched him laughing with the barista. She knew what they were laughing at.
Young men always laughed at old nuns, especially when they had pigeon shit all down their back.
The pigeon had shat on her earlier in the day. It must have had stomach trouble she thought, the shit had been enormous and had smelt strongly.
“No wonder” she thought to herself, “a diet of KFC and pizza was hardly a traditional diet for a pigeon.
A nun from birth she had been raised to treat all gods cretaures with reverence and the pigeon was no different. Just because it had crapped all down her back was no reason to hate the poor creature, and besides, as the shit had dried it had begin to smell less and she 
was less bothered by the………..
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