He threw a piece of bread at a sea gull. No, don’t! I yelled. I knew they were all watching and they flocked at us. Their eyes were so lightly colored. Fat little bodies, skinny legs. I kept laughing! We liked one in particular, but every time we tried to feed it, another bird would steal its bread. Their leader squawked at us. The inside of its mouth was blood red and we laughed because it was so serious! We walked along something like a bridge that reminded us of the time I rescued littlebear from the reservoir. The rocks were forest green and it smelled too much like the ocean.
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