As ground pigeons, they rely on this method to form symbiotic relationships with other creatures in the Chang State, exchanging early warnings of overhead dangers for protection and food.
Li frowned, looking at the little pigeon nestled in the straw hat, playing with her neck, and suddenly asked.
"If it lives on your head, what about when it poops? It can't just... ugh."
Zhang Ze pinched Li's mouth shut.
Brother Monkey, "..."
"It can hold it in." After an awkward silence, Brother Monkey finally spat out these four words and then steered the topic elsewhere.
"The size of falling rocks varies, and so does Little Pigeon's song, just like..."
Brother Monkey was about to ask his little brother Little Pigeon to perform when, unexpectedly, Little Pigeon began singing by itself.
The sound was mournful, filled with sorrow and grievance, reminiscent of the injustice felt during a snowstorm in June.
"What does this mean..." Li asked curiously.
