There on the hill, were 2 pigeons. They were kissing, loving, embracing each other with their grey wings. All of a sudden, a musketeer appeared. He killed he pigeon and caught she pigeon. He brought her home and let her go to his yard. He supplied her with millet and water but she neither eat nor drink. He asked "I've got seven hundred pigeons. Fly there and find one for you." But she answered "I've already fled, I've already searched for. Some has the same feathers but when they start to sing their voice is different and there is no one I'm in love with."

P. S. Jazz, call me Geoge please.