Gulls aloud

Gull A: Oh God, here he come’s again.
 
Gull B: We could just fly off I suppose.
 
Gull C: No that would be rude.
 
Gull A: But everyday it’s the bloody same! Dry brown organic crusts full of nuts, seeds and God knows what.
 
Gull C: I know. They stick right in my gullet.
 
Gull B: I dream of claggy white Mother’s Pride, me.
 

Gull A: Just smile and look grateful. It would break his heart.