When the pigeon was crossing the road, two carriages came rushing so fast that it ran away with the bag in fright.

(Can't fly because it's too big)

After the carriage passed, it hurried to find the bag. That's a package made out of nothing. Without the package, it has to be coded by itself.

However, the bag disappeared when it fell to the ground. The pigeon had no choice but to use its paws to code. The cold weather made its paws red and swollen.

It was getting dark, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and finally only the pigeon was left. The pigeon was so hungry that it cooed and typed words tremblingly. The snowflakes fell on her white feathers, and the feathers were draped on the wings one by one, which looked very beautiful.

The snow fell more and more, and the pigeons seemed to be covered with a thick white carpet.

The pigeon didn't eat or drink all day, so it couldn't move at all. It squatted down in a corner. Rubbing the red and swollen paws with the wings, after a while, the wings also froze.

"It's so cold, it would be great if there are a few tickets--"

"This handsome and earth-shattering book friend, and this charming little cutie who is reading a book, please cast a vote! I can go to the little match girl over there to buy some matches to warm my paws..."

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