Seagulls Love Donuts (standard:humor, 873 words)
Author: Robert G Moons	Added: Sep 22 2013	Views/Reads: 4587/1743	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Brad, a seagull, learns about sharing.

One beautiful, sunny day, a seagull was flying around looking for
something to eat.  He was flying over a donut shop – one of his 
favourite fly-through places – when he spotted something on the ground 
next to a garbage can. It was a large, chocolate-glazed donut with 
multi-coloured sprinkles! This was his lucky day! 

He swooped down, landed lightly on his feet, and strutted over to the
deep-fried, sugar coated treat. He was about to peck at it when a 
couple of his friends landed nearby. 

"Hey, Brad, what have you got there!" shouted one of them. 

"Oh, hi Phil, Sean. It's just a donut, but it's all mine. I got here
first." 

"That's a big one," said Sean. 

"You think so?" Brad moved between the donut and his two friends. 

Phil leaned far to his left, trying to get a better look. "Looks like a
chocolate-glazed." 

"Maybe," Brad said as he circled to his right, blocking Phil's view. 

"Oooooo, are those multi-coloured sprinkles?" Sean asked with
excitement. 

"Yeah," replied Brad. "But you guys don't want this stale, old garbage,
do you? Besides, donuts are really bad for you." 

"They sure are," said Phil. "They have starch, grease, and sugar." 

"And multi-coloured sprinkles!" Sean added as he smacked his beak. 

Brad looked back at the donut, thought for a moment, and then looked
back at his friends. "Don't you guys remember? I said that I got here 
first." 

"Come on, Brad, we're buddies, pals. We're like the three Musketeers,"
argued Phil. 

"That's Mouseketeers," corrected Sean. 

"Yeah, whatever. But what I'm saying is, it's all for one, and one donut
for all. 

You need to share that donut." 

"I don't need to do anything," Brad replied angrily as he turned around
and stuck his head right through the hole in the donut. He then rose up 
with the donut around his head. The donut fell down past his neck and 
all the way down to his shoulders. "There, it's mine now. See, I'm 
wearing it." 

Phil looked him up and down. "Oh, Brad, that is so you. But what are you
going to do now?" 

"What do you mean?" asked Brad. 

"Well, it looks like you're stuck." 

"No I'm not." 

"Yes, you are. I bet you can't get it off." 

Brad tried to spread his wings to fly away but he couldn't move.
"Anyway, even if I am stuck, which I'm not," he lied, "I can still eat 
my way out any time I want." 

"I don't think so," said Sean. 

Brad realized Sean was right; he couldn't quite reach the donut with the
end of his beak. 

Phil walked toward Brad. "The way I see it, Sean and I can peck our way


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