Salivating Seagull

 

'Aaargh, aaargh. What are you doing?' Sylvia, the seagull, called as she landed next to her friend Percival. Percival the Pelican.

'Well, can't you see I'm trying to eat this here battered fish?' answered Percival in his deep baritone pelican voice.

'You can't do that here, you dopey pouch-mouthed bird, it's a road, you'll get run over.'

'Well, I can't fly with it, I've tried. There is so much salt on it that when I hold it in my bill, I salivate so much it fills and weighs me down to the ground.'

'I can carry it.'

'C'mon, pull the other one, you're a seagull — you think I came down in the last shower?'

'What do you mean?'

'You buggers gorge yourselves.'

'C'mon Percy, Maaate, would I lie to you?'

'As sure as eggs.'

'I'm just trying to help, I don't want you wiped out by a car.'

'Alrighty then, you promise you won't fly off with it?'

'Swear on me Nana.'

'Right then.' And with that, Percival flicked his bill, and the battered fish landed in front of Sylvia. 'On ya Nana it is.'