Many years ago, when I was about 4 years old, I visited the zoo with my family.  We walked around for hours looking at all the animals while the hot sun was burning us up.  We decided to go to a restaurant to rehydrate, but decided since we were there we would get some food. 

    I was waiting at a table while my mother ordered the food.  But before hand, she had asked me what I would like to eat.  There were many fast food places, but I just wanted some chicken.  Though, when I was 4, I called all kinds of meat “Chicken.”  I called steak chicken. I called fish chicken. I called pork chicken. I called beef chicken. I called hot dogs chicken. I called all meats chicken.  But what I really meant at the time was that I wanted to eat a hot dog.

    After around 10 minutes my mother showed up with my meal.  I expected a hot dog instead of chicken.  At that time I wanted a hot dog because I was not very hungry, and hot dogs are smaller than chicken sandwiches.  So I ended up eating around half of the chicken sandwich, while if I had a hot dog I would’ve finished before the unthinkable happened.

    Because I did not finish my chicken sandwich, I was holding it in my hand, which apparently attracts seagulls.  My mother stopped to ask my father where we should go next, when all of a sudden a seagull lands right infront of my stroller, where I was sitting.  It suddenly started coming closer, and closer, and closer, and closer.  Then all of a sudden, it flew up to my face, and grabbed my chicken sandwich with its’ beak.  I tried pulling back, but the seagull seemed to be as strong as Hercules.  I finally gave up after around 10 seconds of tug-of-war for my chicken.

    It turns out, after that seagull stole my chicken- I felt HUNGRY again.