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The transmissions from the house were what the bird found interesting. Mobo detected an odd signal and one of a row of four garage doors started sliding upwards. Out of the open door a sleek, dark limo with tinted windows came gliding. The door silently closed behind the car as it turned carefully onto the street. Driving the vehicle was none other than the Town Mayor himself.
Mobo was still listening in to the conversation as the Mayor drove towards the town, talking on his mobile. It was lucky for Mobo that the man wasn’t meeting his friend out of town. If the limo had got up speed on a country road, the bird wouldn’t have been able to keep up - but both men hated the country.
Mobo watched the car come out of the house and turn down the road, then he flew high in the air so that he could see the town spread like a map below him. With his bird’s eye view he was able to track the car through traffic lights and many turns, as it took a very devious route through the town. The car stopped in a narrow, peaceful street of quaint, old cottages, that were mainly inhabited by pensioners.
The bird flew lower. He watched the man walk past the neat, flower-filled gardens and over the road to the park. It was too late in the day for pre-work joggers and too early to tempt the usual tourists, pensioners and young families to the town’s main park. Mobo fluttered down to land on the parapet of a bridge spanning a chain of ponds filled with golden koi.