In the makeshift loft, fell gulls friends, before the lack of fish. Frightened by the sound of people in ride of a summer day in spring 
Mary told them of the situation, "all fish are fried" Rufina, she was flying over the bars Joaquina, complained bitterly ... And Pepita could no longer move. 
After a while the sun, she decided to take off, "Follow me something friends find" 
"I'm going to take something, I stop I do not stay" There were other with open beaks 
Winging fast out of the loft. after They landed on the breakwater of the harbor. There were waiting for boats to fish offshore 
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