"perhaps," thought Nat, munching on his pasty by the cliff's edge, "a message comes to the birds in autumn, like a warning. Winter is coming. Many of them perish. And like people who, fearful of death before their time, drive themselves to work or folly, the birds do likewise."
The birds will start killing people.
"I tell you the birds were on the sill, trying to get into the room."
"All right. See you in the morning. Give you a gull breakfast."
The seagulls will attack the farmer when he tries to shoot them.
Beers, Kylene. Elements of Literature. Austin: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 2009. Print