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It was a glorious day for Tizzi Poof and the seagulls of Bully Harbour. In the wreckage of the Non-Fish Fishstick stand, they basked and squabbled and stuffed themselves. Where once they had been natural enemies, the guttersnipe and the gull, they were allied in their task of cleaning house.
Briefly. So very, very briefly.
It was Tizzi who started it. The feral little scavenger had begun hissing and spitting, war-dancing and challenging the seagulls who were idly pecking. Despite a full belly and a full mouth, and arms full of fishsticks greedily clutched to its chest, Tizzi could not bear the thought of sharing this bounty. It ran back and forth, charging at groups of gulls, scattering them. The gulls, nonplussed, only took off for a moment before settling back down to peck.
Then the Big Gull appeared, and regarded Tizzi, it's fur covered in grease, crumbs from the batter sticking all over it, as a miracle of nature. A walking, talking Non-Fish Fishstick!
And this was how Tizzi found itself flying high above the harbour, its tail caught firmly in the beak of Big Gull. Its armload of fishsticks rained down on the riot below. It took some concentrating, but eventually Tizzi managed to chew up the fishsticks in its mouth and twisted around to bite the neck of its captor. Weasel and Gull spun in the air, both refusing to let go of the other. Feathers disengaged from Big Gull like an explosion of eiderdown.
Big Gull gave up first, but Tizzi didn't. Focusing on flying despite the needle-teeth burrowing into its neck, Big Gull flew higher and higher, until finally -
"Tchk! Tizzi never share! Tizzi is - "
Tizzi is no longer gripping onto Big Gull, Tizzi realized. The weight of the little beast's own hubris brought it tumbling back down to earth, plowing through the cloud of drifting feathers, which stuck to its greasy, matted fur where the fishstick batter hadn't already. Tizzi rolled over, limbs spread wide, catching the wind against its belly and paws, and the feathers did what feathers had evolved to do.
"Tizzi is not falling with style! Tizzi is flying!"
The air filled with excited zheeping as Tizzi performed a loop-de-loop, and promptly crashed into the back of the skull of whoever needed reinforcements the most. This development quite infuriated Tizzi, and the beast's eyes and ears took the brunt of the feral guttersnipe-gull's claws and teeth.
Briefly. So very, very briefly.
It was Tizzi who started it. The feral little scavenger had begun hissing and spitting, war-dancing and challenging the seagulls who were idly pecking. Despite a full belly and a full mouth, and arms full of fishsticks greedily clutched to its chest, Tizzi could not bear the thought of sharing this bounty. It ran back and forth, charging at groups of gulls, scattering them. The gulls, nonplussed, only took off for a moment before settling back down to peck.
Then the Big Gull appeared, and regarded Tizzi, it's fur covered in grease, crumbs from the batter sticking all over it, as a miracle of nature. A walking, talking Non-Fish Fishstick!
And this was how Tizzi found itself flying high above the harbour, its tail caught firmly in the beak of Big Gull. Its armload of fishsticks rained down on the riot below. It took some concentrating, but eventually Tizzi managed to chew up the fishsticks in its mouth and twisted around to bite the neck of its captor. Weasel and Gull spun in the air, both refusing to let go of the other. Feathers disengaged from Big Gull like an explosion of eiderdown.
Big Gull gave up first, but Tizzi didn't. Focusing on flying despite the needle-teeth burrowing into its neck, Big Gull flew higher and higher, until finally -
"Tchk! Tizzi never share! Tizzi is - "
Tizzi is no longer gripping onto Big Gull, Tizzi realized. The weight of the little beast's own hubris brought it tumbling back down to earth, plowing through the cloud of drifting feathers, which stuck to its greasy, matted fur where the fishstick batter hadn't already. Tizzi rolled over, limbs spread wide, catching the wind against its belly and paws, and the feathers did what feathers had evolved to do.
"Tizzi is not falling with style! Tizzi is flying!"
The air filled with excited zheeping as Tizzi performed a loop-de-loop, and promptly crashed into the back of the skull of whoever needed reinforcements the most. This development quite infuriated Tizzi, and the beast's eyes and ears took the brunt of the feral guttersnipe-gull's claws and teeth.
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