Wheeling Gull Isle long time the manxome foe he sought—

Her doe eyes would gaze straight back in bewilderment at the new face in front of her. This was not someone she had ever met. He was handsome, with pretty eyes and a stoutly figure.

And here she was, drenched and covered in sand! Oh the irony. Oh the indignity!

Just a bit tired! That’s all! She tried to chirp back happily, but mostly succeeded in flopping about in the sand like a beached fish. The tired titter of a bird reached her ears moments before Snowdrop dove into her ruff.

Oh dear-! Snowdrop, you didn’t need to follow me! She hissed to the bird, unable to really lift her head to check on him. Or Loft her head at all.

Phew, she needed to get out more.