The pigeon

When he turned the tragedy of the dove, that afflicted him, his being upside down, Jonathan Noble had passed fifty years of age and was now reviewing the memory of twenty happy years he spent without any events happening in them, reassured about a future in which nothing significant would happen to him after, until the appointed time. His safe life in the last twenty years was satisfactory and pleasing, for he despises events, and especially those that shake internal balance and disrupt the external flow of life.