P301 flapped its wings, feeling the cool wind with utter delight.

It had never been so free before, it had never experienced the feeling of flying so boundlessly in the vast sky.

It was so absorbed in flying that, it didn't notice an open window.

Clash!

It started falling down.

Kirby saw P301, or, as Nanette called it, Hen, spiralling downwards, and quickly ran forward and caught it in his cap.

P301 opened its eyes, and saw Kirby.

It felt a rush of gratitude and admiration for this boy who had saved it's life.

"Coo!" P301 thanked him.

Kirby smiled, forgetting his grandpa for a moment.

"I'm glad that you are okay, little guy. That was quite a fall."

"Coo..." Yeah, you're right, I'm glad as well, P301 said.

Kirby frowned, and looked back at his grandpa, who was still laughing.

P301 glanced behind Kirby, and saw the gramps as well.

"Coo...?" Who the hell is that crazy guy over there?

P301 flew up from the cap, and perched on Kirby's shoulder.

Kirby sighed and whispered,"Well, pigeon, this is my grandpa, who I thought was cool, but is mad. I don't know what to do now."

P301 slowly started thinking. Yes, pigeons DO think, especially P301 here, since it has a high IQ, as I've said before.

And suddenly, a brilliant plan slapped P301 across the face. (It IS called a face, right?)

"COO! COO! COO! COO! COOOOOO!"

It flew around Kirby, making him wonder what the hell was going on.

And you'll soon find out what.