This doesn’t happen.

They do not make good use of the things that they find.

Gulls continue their march inland to rip open bin bags and scatter litter across the streets like a naturally occurring antithesis to the idea of wombles. They also stamp on my roof and squawk and screech so as to keep me awake at ungodly hours. Which was the catalyst for this post-it sketch.

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