Description Exercise: Character; A Close Look at Alfred

He capered in his wire cage, rather like a jester with a bad case of consssstipation.

Even though Alfred alwaysss quivers and shiversss like a plate of tomato aspic in an earthquake, he'sss actually quite...pretty. For a pigeon, that isss. His thick, white featherss poof around his fat, well-fed, entirely edible body. He looksss cuddly--fluffy and cuddly, like a fat little bread roll with butter stuffed inside.

Black and gold spotsss decorate his wingsss; he's so lovely, you could almost believe he wasssn't a pigeon. It all comesss down to breading. Alfred is so well bred that you'd expect to find him in a hilltop bakery, far above the drab city pigeonsss you see in public parks. At least Alfred is clean with normal feet; park pigeons all have grime ground into their feathers, and deformed, clubbed feet.

His good looksss are a bit ruined by hiss eyeballsss, though. His feathers look softer than whipped mashed potatoes, but his eyeballs are like cold little pepper kernelssss. And he hassss pink skin around those mad little eyes, too, as though he has some sort of inflamed skin disease in his eyelidsss.