My brother laughed when Grandpa left him almost everything and left me thirty-eight pigeons.
At the time, I thought it was the cruelest joke anyone had ever played on me.
A week later, a pigeon I had never seen before landed on Grandpa’s porch with a leather tube tied to its leg.
The second my brother saw what was inside, he stopped laughing.
It was the cruelest joke anyone had ever played on me.
My name is Daniel.
My older brother, Ryan, and I spent almost every summer of our childhood at our grandfather’s house in the country.
Grandpa Thomas lived in an old white farmhouse with green shutters, a vegetable garden that never seemed to stop producing tomatoes, and a pigeon loft behind the garage.
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