Remember that time...

    by Jimmy

    When I was a child at the beach one late summer's afternoon, I spent a gooddeal of time lamenting over a seagull which appeared to be missing a leg.  I wondered if it had gotten in a fight with another seagull, perhaps over some scraps of food from the garbage or maybe a squabble over a concubine seagull. Or perhaps it was some thoughtless and cruel human action, a child with a pellet gun or a big rotating thing that spins around on the top of a factory roof.  Maybe a fish with teeth bit it off.  I wondered if he would live. Could he fly alright?  Afterall, landing could be difficult with only one leg. But as I was thinking all these things, that seagull put his supposedly missing leg down to the sand and took to flight.  Angered by his deceitfulness, I picked up a rock and futilely threw it at him as he past over me with that damn grin on his beak.
 
 

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