Mine, mine, mine ~
This evening, as I was walking along the waterfront, I slowed my steps when I heard something squeaking. I looked waaay up, like Friendly Giant used to say, and there at the top of a street light sat a seagull. It didn't look like most gulls - white and gray - in fact, it was rather like the colour of Melodye's counter-cat. I listened for a moment, trying to recall where I had heard that sound before. Suddenly I remembered. That gull sounded just like a rusty old clothesline.