USA | Friday, 15 October 2010 | Views [716]
At last, Harold gets fed. The pidgins flock in, jumping into the bucket and getting in the way of his meal. Harold spits out a mouthful of grain onto the sidewalk. The pidgins follow, leaving him room to tuck in. Three or four more rides and he will return to the stable on 52nd street, where the yellow cabs and pedicabs are also stored at night.
