called his name. He ate from our hands. Achilles liked people. When we sat or lay down in the garden, he usually fell asleep at our feet. Sometimes he decided to practise climbing on bodies lying in the sun, and then had to lock him inside. One day Achilles was not in the garden. We all walked through the trees, calling his name. Finally we found him,dead,at the bottom of a deep hole. Not long after that I bought a young pigeon from the Rose-beetle Man. He was fat and yellow, and Larry gave him the name of Quasimodo. Because he had no parents to teach him, Quasimodo decided that he was not a bird. He walked everywhere, and when we went for walks he ran behind us. He also loved music. If we played songs, he sang; if we played dance music, he danced. He slept in the sitting-room, and one day we found a white pigeon's egg on the sofa. It was a surprise for us, but it was a surprise to Quasimodo too. He or she became wild and difficult and moved into the garden. From time to time we saw her with a good-looking male pigeon.