Pigeons in the park nibbled furiously at a pile of birdseed. A few of them lounged lazily on the park bench and the shoulders, knees, and head of the almighty breadcrumb distributor. Here was Neftet in her skeletal glory, sitting in her usual spot, dressed sharply in a black suit and tie, a rather odd sombrero on her head, and a set of large black shades... taped in place, of course. When her cellphone binged a generic and rather annoying noise, a few of the pigeons cooed in protest to the noise.


Neftet pulled a slim flip phone from her front chest pocket then read the text message. Even as she stood, the pigeons refused to remove themselves from her shoulders, as she told them, "[b]Me crime fightin' must commence, gang.[/b]" The pigeons cooed anxiously. 


Neftet pulled a handful of birdseed out of her pocket and scattered them. Those pigeons of bravery, however, remained in position on her shoulders. The ATM was only a block away so she proceeded toward it at a stroll, hands in her pockets, hoping that someone else beat her to it.


The dietary concerns of pigeons were far higher on her priority list than super villains, after all.