Palmer realizes that the sound is coming from the window. Palmer goes to his window, and is surprised to see that there is a pigeon.
Don't feed him, or he'll keep coming back.
Palmer goes to the window and opens it. He tries to shoo the bird away. The pigeon does not move.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Eight! Who would've thought that one miserable winged rat had so many colors?
Palmer has a normal day, but he kept thinking about the pigeon during school and at his house. The next morning, he wakes up to a tapping sound. He knows that it is the pigeon.
Palmer thinks about what the bird wants. Then, he realizes that it wants food. Palmer goes downstairs to get some food for the bird.
Palmer walks closer to window and opens it. He holds out his hands and the pigeons begins to eat the food. Next he thinks about how many colors that the pigeon has. Then, he begins to count the colors on the pigeon.