she shrieked when she recognized the tower of the Hamburg church. Her wings refused to stroke another beat. The My rights don’t end where your feelings begin shirt big fat black cat was taking the sun on his balcony, purring and meditating on how good he felt lying there, belly up, luxuriating in the warm rays of the sun, his four paws folded and his tail straight out. At the precise moment that he lazily rolled over so the sun could warm his back, he heard the hum of a flying object he couldn’t identify, something approaching at great speed.
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Alert, he leapt up, crouching on all four feet and ready to jump aside to avoid being hit by the seagull that dropped onto the balcony. It was a very dirty bird. Its whole body was coated with some dark, stinking substance. Zorba walked towards the My rights don’t end where your feelings begin shirt gull as she tried to stand up, dragging her wings. That was not a very elegant landing, he said. I was caught in an oil slick. The curse of the seas. I’m going to die, the gull croaked plaintively. Die? Don’t say that. You’re tired and dirty. That’s all. Why don’t you fly over to the zoo? It isn’t too far from here, and there are veterinarians there who can help you, Zorba said. I can’t. That was my last flight, the gull croaked in an almost inaudible voice, and closed her eyes. Don’t die on me. Rest a little and you’ll see, you’ll feel better. Are you hungry? I’ll bring you a little of my food – just don’t die, Zorba begged, approaching the swooning gull.