He was the ugliest of the seagulls hanging out at Ivar's on the wharf in Seattle, but there was something regal about him... He posed for me as if to honor me with his presence... maybe he was seagull royalty, and the rest of the seagulls with normal seagull coloring were his servants... his royal playmates. You see, he didn't beg like the white and grey seagulls, he waited patiently for the humans to hold out their hand, then he would graciously accept their gift of nourishment.It's all how you look at it, isn't it?
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