All was calm until civil war broke out between the pigeons. Arthur and his bitchy nephew, Mordred were both mortally wounded. Nobody cares about Mordred, because he was a fucktard traitor, but everyone was so worried about Arthur because he was one hell of a better King than his father the Obese Pigeon. He actually did stuff besides eat. Arthur was set on a leaf and set to float down into the sewer across the street. His wounds were treated by three pretty rad mice down in the sewer. His body was never found because who likes to go down to fucking sewers...*le derp voice activate* "oh yeah I just went to the sewer this weekend because whO DOESN'T LIKE TO GO TO FUCKING SEWERS ON WEEKENDS" anypoo, there he rests, ready to ride out to save India again...especially when ducks come because he hates all dem fucking ducks.
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King Arthur of the Pigeons
HumorSequel to The Obese Pigeon of Alpharetta, GA BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY BUS RIDES
