Vicky was a pigeon in a vary nice house. So nice that when she got there she wanted to stay forever! She was oned by a really welthy man. He gave her to his vary welthy doughter Katie .K. for her vary expensive birthday! She loved that bird more then her welth and pet pony that she never cold ride anyway because it broke her leg on a ramp. Anyway she named the pigeon Vicky and this is her story!
One day Vicky was siting on the roof singing her morning solg like every morning when she herd her food tinkling in her boll. She floow in the window and ate like alosorus do.