Something happened, the ancient pigeon **** got sick, it was terminally ill!

As above... I got the disease that I will die when I type on Saturdays, so I am going to goo today...  

Cough, put down the knife first, even if you chop me up and make stew, the kid next door won’t eat it, well, to be honest, it’s probably me, Calvin, who has to deal with some bugs, and I don’t have a holiday today even though it’s Saturday Hello! It's time for a rest, so I plan to think carefully before continuing to write, you will understand me! ?

I know you guys will understand me, love you guys, goodbye.

Coo coo coo coo!