Hamish was in the basket. The seagulls came down and ate the
lunch. Hamish was scared. Mrs Grinling was standing at the window
rolling the mustard sandwich on the rope.
The seagulls didn’t like the mustard sandwich. She made the same lunch again. Let’s go somewhere else said the
seagulls. They liked the other
lunch. Come on said the seagulls. Let’s come here tomorrow they said.
Gigi
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