The ██████ Pigeon

The Pigeon Selling Books. It was Icy Moon Month of the year... Snow was falling, and the cold was terrifying.

An enormous pigeon waddled down the street, its feathers covered in snowflakes and frost. A little bag that generated plotlines on its own was tied to its claw.

By now, many chapters of saved drafts had automatically appeared in its bag. As it walked, it kept calling out:

"Please vote, coo! Please favorite, coo!"

By noon, it had not managed to get a single vote, and no one had added its book to their bookshelf.

It walked on until it stopped before a ranking board. The sight on it caught its attention. Oh, the books on the board were so popular. Those books had so many votes.

Looking at the excellent results of the books on the board, the pigeon thought of its bleak recommendations and favorites, and cooed sadly. But what use was cooing? The pigeon flapped its wings and continued onward.

"Please give me recommendation votes, coo! Please add me to your bookshelf, coo! You handsome gentleman reading right now, and you adorable little cutie reading right now, cast a recommendation vote, coo! Don't deny it—I'm talking about you, coo!"

The pigeon twisted its head from side to side, its feathers puffed up as its head bobbed in and out.

If there were no votes today, no one would read it tomorrow, coo! (Adapted from "The Little Match Girl," coo...)