I barely got out of the car at White Rock, when the gulls far down the beach saw that I had a bag in my hand, leapt into the air, and came squalling and jostling to be the first to get handouts.
|"Me first! Me, me, me!"|
|"Well? Are you going to share or aren't you?"|
|"That was mine! I saw it first! Mine, I tell you!"|
And when I poured out the last crumbs, too small for their beaks, they turned up their noses and flew back to their sandy patch with nary a word of thanks.