By Roger Brown NIGHT IS FALLEN AND THE COLD WIND MOANS, I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FAR FROM HOME, I AM CAST AWAY AND LEFT ALONE. THE STARS ABOVE ME SEEM SO FAR AWAY, IF THERE IS MORNING, WILL I SEE THE DAY? WON'T SOMEONE COME AND CARRY ME AWAY? S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S. DIALOG: A SEAGULL MADE A PERFECT LANDING BESIDE HIM. "AH, YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM?" HE SPOKE ANIMO WITH A BROOKLYN ACCENT. "I'VE JUST GOT PAWED OFF THE SHIP!" "I KNOW, I'VE SEEN IT. YOU CAME OUT OF THERE LIKE A BULLET! I'M LOUEY, THE GULL. I RUN THIS TOWN! LET'S GET YOU BACK ON THE SHIP." "YOU REALLY CAN? MY GROUP'S THERE, YOU SEE." "GROUP? A BLOODGROUP? ARE YOU WOUNDED OR SOMETHING?" "NO, I'M AN INTERNATIONAL STAR." "YOU LOOK LIKE A MOUSE TO ME." LOUEY TOOK THE STRAPS OF THE BRITISH AIRWAYS BAG IN HIS BEAK A LIFTED OFF LIKE A JUMBO.
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