One-legged seagull sat on the roof near the chimney it was a male gull, its feather worn like he had been in a battle and needed a rest when my dog noticed the bird, she barked the gull shrieked, hate at first sight, but for a truce When the dog ignored its presence and the bird stopped teasing her the kitchen had a flat roof in the morning, the bird had flown the dog picked at her food on Sunday, she listened to the sermon when the dog heard the priest say something about angels the dog knowingly wagged her tail