The city pigeons are feeling unappreciated. They get together and bemoan how the other birds, such as the robin and the cardinals, get people to oooh and ahh, while they get sweated at. They ponder their own great history about which the people seem unaware, such as their ability to carry messages during war time. And so they conspire to all disappear one day, and send a note with their demands to the mayor: removing the spikes off of ledges, no shooing them away or running them down in cars, and in return they agree not to splat on cars or heads. They return with the first annual pigeon day parade, and shower the city with fortune-cookie-sized notes declaring, “when you are loved, you can love in return.”