Though Tyson can understand why pigeons annoy some people, he genuinely loves the sight of pigeons wandering around on the street and around the benches of cities.
It’s a comforting universal, that no matter where he goes there are always happy grey blobs bobbing along around his ankles. He doesn’t think that he’s properly visited a city until he’s found a pigeon in the way of his path.
He is always happy to indulge Moriarty’s fondness for pigeons. He is far less inclined to indulge Lily’s desire to eat the pigeons or Bobby’s attempts to play with them.
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