The Fight
by M. Ray Tingle
Iggy tossed the beastly pigeon off his back and quickly jumped to the ledge overlooking the street, the highest point readily available. As the stoogepigeon clamored to his feet, Iggy surveyed the situation: a wide cement area covered by puddles from the previous night's pratical monsoon and a fenced in AC unit. Not much room for--
Iggy's thoughts were interrupted by a lunging beak rapping hard on the pavement beside him.
Seeing an opportunity, Iggy lunged onto the stooge's back. A flurry of squawking ensued while Iggy held on for dear life, unsure of what exactly to do, much less what he was able to do. The pigeon in the meantime was struggling to take flight, unsuccessfully of course, resolving himself to his squawkings. Iggy instinctively squeezed tighter, panicking at the suddenness of the violence. His hind legs slipped, and he rolled to the left, taking the pigeon with him, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the sheer mass of the beast. They wrestled into a puddle, water shimmering as it shattered the air around it with a seemingly explosive appeal. Suddenly, from beyond the fence of the AC came a towering voice.
"ENOUGH."
And the madness subsided. Pigeon and iguana remained still, captivated by the resonant voice coming from just beyond their view. A ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and illuminated the roof. All was silent.
Iggy should: