Love in the center of the square

By the northeastern corner of the square, appeared a young man. By the southwestern corner of the square appeared a young woman.

But they’re not the ones that create love in the square.

No, the main characters are two pigeons, really ugly ones. They lived on the tree on the northwestern corner of the square, and saw the man and the young woman come into the picture, since they had a full view of the place.

And the pigeons where both male. So there’s no love between them either. They are the main characters, but aren’t the ones that create love, no.

And since you asked, the ones that create love are the snails down by the tree. They live downstairs from the pigeons, and are quite nice, not standing the fact that snails are both male and female at the same time. So it’s difficult to describe love with no male and female rolls.

The pigeons where quite helpful, though. And they are the main characters because they told me the story. And so I’m now telling it to you.

Pirrpipi, rrrriiippp, pripripi pi. Purrrr, purrrrr (Ups, sorry, forgot you couldn’t speak pigeon. I’ll translate)
The snails took two days meeting each other, finding their way trough the square, and avoiding people’s feet and everything. It was hellish. And the pigeons had a great view of the whole thing. Pigeons don’t eat snails you know.

Back in those days, one of the pigeons was developing a gambling addiction, which he’s now recovering from, thank God, cause it was getting out of hand, with all the feathers he was loosing, cause without money they don’t have much else to bet.

But, back to the story. The snails met eventually, and the standing bet was which one was the male and which was the female. And they of course happened to meet right smack in the middle of the square.
You would not believe the words the pigeons came up with to describe two distinct separate male and female organs, and intertwined together. In an “unholy” union. (That’s the word the pigeons used. They definitely didn’t like the spectacle. )

Enough to say the bet was off and none won, and that started the recovery process from gambling addict to gambling addict recovering.

So now we have gambling pigeons that hate snail sex and sex addicted snails. They’re unbelievable, they won’t stop.

It’s a strange square.