Mr. Seagull, how are you doing? You look pretty cocking your neck, don't you? But I won't be deceived. I know your true character. You are a kind of dinosaurs. You are badly-behaved pooping in my balcony, crying loudly seeking for foods in the morning when I'm enjoying sleeping, and flying away without any gratitude if I gave you a food. It's a waste of your time to visit my balcony. I'll never give you any foods any more.
Mr. Seagull, how are you doing? You look pretty cocking your neck, don't you? But I won't be deceived. I know your true character. You are a kind of dinosaur. You are badly-behaved, pooping on my balcony, crying loudly seeking food in the morning when I'm enjoying sleeping, and flying away without any gratitude if I give you food. It's a waste of your time to visit my balcony. I'll never give you any food anymore.
Posted by: Corrector | March 20, 2005 at 05:38 AM