A poltergeist named pigeon.

A bird flew through my window today. I really Didn't like that. So I stood in the middle of the room, with a broomstick in my hand while it fluttered around it. Then when I was able to correctly anticipate its next move I cocked the broomstick back and swung with so much vigour and force that when it connected with the birds beak, it popped it into its body and sent the bird right through my window and five stories down, to a very hard and painful connection with the floor. I was so proud of my work that I told my friend Oswald about it, we then proceeded to mark this great feat by going downstairs and outside to where the dead pigeon body laid and sent it off to its next avian life with a sticker on its chest. I believe that it has now become a ghost that haunts the skies to remind birds what happens when you to relax the brain.