The seagull and I were flying over the Andes. the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger. Letβs fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our way to the pampas of Argentine. Landed on a jade green patch of the land it was then the seagull confessed it suffered from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds that loved the sea and diving for fish. But a seabird is supposed to like fish. Who says, the gull angrily uttered I like cooked meat with boiled potatoes, anything wrong with that! we walked to an inn, that is the bird sat on my shoulder, had lamb chops with mint sauce, are you not surprised to see a bird in here, I asked the landlord, no not at all it often comes in here it is the first time I have seen it with a human.