The Pigeon King

For some odd reason pigeons don’t usually seem to mind my presence and decide to not fly away as I pass; then there was this flock of pigeons that took me as their leader.

I was walking a paved hill from a park.  The pigeons took notice of me walking towards them and all flew down to me some 100 feet away down the hill. 

I thought that that alone was a little odd, and then when I was about near where the flock originally was, I watched the zips of all of these pigeons fly past me only to land a couple of feet away.

They then proceeded to bow down before me - I am apparently and now reluctantly their leader.