Tom's in our garage right now.

He's injured.

He's been our friend since sunday.

Tom really loves us (:

He's got a severe case of diarrhoea though. He shits so much.

We saved him on sunday. We let him go on monday morning. By night he was at our door step. And he shitted there. My brother slammed the door at him. He sorta disappeared.

I opened the door this morning to see a lot more shit on our doorstep. Tom was walking around outside.

Dad and Mum wondered where Tom went. They thought something happened to him. I knew he'd come back and wait at our doorstep again.

I was right.

Now its prancing around in our garage. He seems quite happy there. We've grown to like him (:

Except tomorrow, the garage is gonna be decorated with pigeon shit everywhere.