Yogev Shelly was a perfectly normal guy—except for the fact that he believed pigeons were secretly spying on him. One sunny Tuesday, Yogev strolled into the park with his legendary tuna sandwich, lovingly made with pickles, mustard, and exactly one cornflake (for crunch).As he sat on his favorite bench, a shady pigeon waddled up, gave him a suspicious side-eye, and strutted away.“That’s the leader,” Yogev whispered, adjusting his sunglasses (indoors).But just as he was about to take a bite, the sandwich vanished. Poof.

<p>Yogev Shelly was a perfectly normal guy—except for the fact that he believed pigeons were secretly spying on him. One sunny Tuesday, Yogev strolled into the park with his legendary tuna sandwich, lovingly made with pickles, mustard, and exactly one cornflake (for crunch).As he sat on his favorite bench, a shady pigeon waddled up, gave him a suspicious side-eye, and strutted away.“That’s the leader,” Yogev whispered, adjusting his sunglasses (indoors).But just as he was about to take a bite, the sandwich vanished. Poof. </p>

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