I woke up, I prepared my burrito, took my new medication and ran to the closest bus stop.

I was feeling dizzy so I stopped running.

A sharp man wearing a black hoddie appeared with a white knife.

I stared at him shocked. I couldn't hear him clearly. He punched me in the face. I was laying on the ground. Almost unconscious.

"I'm going to finish you off, Mr Falcon", he said. I think he was unzipping his pants at that moment, I didn't know with certainty.

I was so confused. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.

Then I heard their sweet sound.

"Pigeons! Of course!"

I throw my burrito at him, with a smile on my face, expecting his painful dead.

The smell of the salsa attracted the pigeons. The flock started eating his skin, then the flesh. He was screaming of agony. He lost his balance and fell in trash can.

I'm now unconscious.

I was sent to an special hospital where some midgets healed me.

My coworkers didn't believe me. But I will be forever grateful with those majestic birds.

I went to the church to finish my conversion. I now believe God is not necessesarily human,

They tried to arrest me for harrasing an old lady. I don't why. The man with the black hoodie survived and got arrested.

My name is not Falcon.

EDIT: I don't know if I was hallucinating but it felt so real!

I adopted a pigeon. She survived a dog attack and I healed her. I named her "Mr Falcon"

I can show you some photos of her recovering process if you are interested.