The Chase...

You're seven, you're on a long stretch of wonderfully crashy-waved beach and you have energy to burn. You spy a flock of gulls all resting peacefully on the shingle...you pause...you begin to move stealthily towards them...a couple of them shift nervously...you pause again...and (with a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure your mother is documenting this) you...CHARGE!!!

Well it had to be done!