Jack once spent a month in Pisa in the late 1980's.

He didn't like the tower. He honestly could not see the appeal of a giant stack of tilting stone. Much less understand why so many tourists flocked to it every day.

So he'd spent the first week playing tricks on the visiters. He blew wind at them just as they were about to take pictures, messing up their hair over and over. He'd ice the railings so they couldn't get a good grip as they climbed and tire out more easily. Jack would jump up and down on the bells, drowning out the tour guilds. His favorite game though involved rounding up as many pidgeons as he could and leading them in massive aireal raids.

The look on the general populace's faces as they were dive bombed was priceless!

Unfortunatly, all his efforts didn't seem to have any lasting effect. Everyday more and more people would return. New batches of sightseers and lookie-loos.

And Jack, like any other child (no matter how many centuries he would get under his belt, he always had and always would be a kid at heart) would not take being shrugged off lightly.

So he threw a temper tantrum.

Though when asked at a later date he would venenmently deny trying for three weeks to single-handedly straighten the lean out of the Leaning Tower of Pisa using nothing more than the Wind, his staff, and a half dozen pidgeons tied to the top with ropes.

Even if that was exactly what happened.

A.N. Wanted to write something quick and funny.

I have absolutly no idea where the Leaning tower of Pisa entered the equation, so please...don't ask.