The big gull stood on its realm, ocean cleaned rocks of the outer sea, snowy white chest, blue/grey wings that spanned big as an osprey’s, yellow beak and clear green eyes, but when a hint of red anger in them gleamed other gulls flew clear.
When the ocean is irate and breaks over rocks it take abode in a coastal town where it is well know and famous, for once it shat on Adolf ******’s hat as he strode from his yacht and a band of Quislings, played Austrian oompah music
Domestic Nazis went to the shoals, tried to blow them up, but the sea was white topped their boat sprung a leak and they had to be rescued by local fishermen, who were told not to speak of this affair; an impossible request… of course.
The seagull became a symbol of resistance and also showed how banal dictatorship can be when it puts a prize on a gull’s head and hunts it with flying machines. Vanity is silly as pride and fools silver, fishermen and war heroes know that.