A clam for the gathering.
"No way! Can't have it!"
as in, "I am really going to enjoy this big, fresh clam!"
Horace wrote, "Carpe diem quam minime credula postero" – "Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future." Or to put it in the vernacular; don't count your
Wise words. As this gull bent to pry open her meal, the white one swooped in, snatched it, and fled. Brownie gave chase, shrieking invective; the two gulls clashed in the air, once, twice, then sped off beyond the pier, the white gull far ahead. Maybe Brownie shouldn't have been expending so much energy on shouting.
*Sorry about that; couldn't resist.