Roo-kai is now flying north.
He flies over the airport, and continues, eyes peeled for the marina.
Ah! He spots it. This is where he turns right.
But he needs a rest, so he lands near a rocky breakwater.
And looks at the sea.
A silver gull lands beside him.
Crark!
Roo-kai, says Roo-kai.
That wasn't my name, says the silver gull.
No, it is mine, says Roo-kai.
I meant Crark wasn't my name, says the silver gull.
Oh, says Ro-kai. Forgive me. My mind was elsewhere.
Where was it? asks the gull whose name is not Crark.
In two places, says Roo-kai. Or three, to be honest.
And none of them here, says the gull whose name is not Crark.
None of them here, says Roo-kai. Although I am aware of my surroundings
They do good chips here, says the gull whose name is not Crark.
Chips are bad for you, says Roo-kai.
Do I look unhealthy? asks the gull whose name is not Crark.
No, says Roo-kai. It's just that I prefer fresh molluscs.
Tell me about the three places, says the gull whose name is not Crark.
Where I came from, where I've been, and where I'm going, says Roo-kai. And where I'm returning to after.
That's four, says the gull whose name is not Crark.
The more I think, the more places my thoughts go, says Roo-kai.
You need to focus, says the gull whose name is not Crark.
That is good advice, says Roo-kai. My current task is to take a right turn here and fly over the submarine building facility.
Not much doing there at the moment, says the gull.
That is one of the things I must report on, says Roo-kai.
So you are a spy, says the gull. I thought so. Where is your camera?
Roo-kai is taken aback.
He has not brought a camera.
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