I have a Westie. Westies are small white dogs. They come from Scotland. My Westie’s name is Frostie. Frostie and I go out for a walk by the sea every day.
When we see birds, Frostie growls. “Grrr!”
When we see dogs, Frostie growls. “Grrr!”
When we see cats, or plastic bags flapping in the wind, Frostie growls. “Grrr!”
One cold windy morning, Frostie and I go for a walk.
Frostie stops and growls.
Flip Flap Flop!
What’s that white thing? Is it a toy? Is it a balloon? Is it a cat? Is it a plastic bag flapping in the wind?
We walk over to the white thing. It isn't a toy. It isn't a balloon. It isn't a cat or a plastic bag.
It’s a gull. Gulls are big white birds. They live in nests on cliffs. They eat fish. And chips! Frostie doesn’t like gulls. He doesn’t like flapping things. Or flipping things. Or flopping things.
“Grrrrrrr!” he growls again.
“Shhhh! Frostie! Be quiet!”
Flip Flap Flop!
The gull tries to fly. It wants to be free and go to its nest on the cliffs but it can’t. Why can’t the gull fly? There is a long strong plastic fishing line around its neck. The line comes from a big bin by the sea.
The gull pulls and pulls on the fishing line. It wants to break it. It flaps up a little but the line pulls it down by its neck over and over again. The gull is very scared.
I am a little scared too, but I pick up the gull. I hold it under my arm. It has round yellow eyes. It looks at me. I look at it. It has a sharp beak. It has big strong wings. I can feel that it wants to fly. It wants to be free.
I try to take the fishing line off the gull’s neck but I can’t. It’s too strong for my fingers. I need a sharp knife.
I see an old man with a small black dog. His dog has a green coat. Frostie doesn’t like small dogs. He doesn’t like dogs with coats. “Grrr!” Frostie growls. “Shhhh! Frostie! Be quiet!”
“Sorry!” I say to the old man with the small black dog. “My dog doesn’t like dogs with coats”.
“What’s that under your arm?” the old man asks me. “It’s a gull. It can’t fly,” I tell him. “It has this strong plastic fishing line around its neck. I want to cut the line. Do you have a sharp knife?”
“Sorry I can’t help!” the old man says. “I don’t have a knife on me. Good luck!”
“Grrr!” Frostie growls at his dog again as they walk away.
Then I see a young woman with a big brown dog. Her dog has long, floppy ears. Frostie doesn’t like big dogs. He doesn’t like dogs with floppy ears. “Grrr!” he growls. “Shhh! Frostie! Be quiet!”
“Sorry!” I say to the young woman with the big brown dog. “My dog doesn’t like dogs with floppy ears”.
“What’s that under your arm?” the young woman asks me. “It’s a gull. It can’t fly,” I tell her. “It has this strong plastic fishing line around its neck. I want to cut the line. Do you have a sharp knife?” “Sorry I can’t help!” the young woman says. “I don’t have a knife on me. Good luck!”
Then I see a café. I have an idea. I go into the cafe with Frostie and the gull under my arm. The people are very surprised to see us! The café owner is angry. “Please get out of my café now. You can’t come in here with a gull and a dog!”
“Grrr!” Frostie growls at him. He doesn’t like angry people. Or café owners.
I say “Sorry!” to the café owner and I go out of the café with Frostie and the gull. I see a waiter. “Excuse me! Do you have a sharp knife?” I ask him. “I don’t have a knife, but the chef has a lot of knives in the kitchen. Please stay here”. Frostie wags his tail. He likes waiters. The waiter gives Frostie a little treat from the pocket in his apron.
The waiter comes out with the chef. He has a big white hat and a sharp knife. Frostie wags his tail more. He likes chefs too. “Hello, wee doggie!” says the chef. He likes Westies. The chef is from Scotland too! He gives Frostie a little treat too!
The chef cuts the long strong plastic fishing line with his sharp knife. Then we let the gull go. It flies up and up into the sky. Then it flies back. What does it want? It flies around and around the café. I think it says “Thank you! Please be careful with your fishing line, people! It’s not good for gulls".
“Grrr!” says Frostie.
“Shhh! Frostie! Be quiet! Let’s go home.”
*This is a picture of the gull. He became a Picker Pal and his name is Chris.