The sand was largely uninhabited except for a few seagulls nesting comfortably in the oval indentations. Over head a few birds at a time soared in. Some were grey and white. Others could only be seen from the bottom, their sharp angular shaped wings making very distinct and varied forms jetted by. Some were brown like the wood on a pier. Still more than a few were motteled with all three colors.
The sandpipers were gone. A few made deep dives out against the ocean. A few dotted figures floated way out in the distant. It was cold.
Jearing threw a few more pieces at the seagulls. They hovered in mid-air. Now there were very many more birds in the area than before.
The space over Jearing GI-Joe Doll & The Cold 1 Baby became dense with birds. They called with high pitched excited clicks and screeches of recognition.
Jearing addressed the birds.
"It's nice to see that all of you could make it here today. Do any of you realize the impact that Cable has on today's viewers? Do you realize the impact on the WORLD market. Ladies and Gentleman the operative word is WORLD. A brown seagull soared in close to the ground and then landed with the others now content to stand and look at Jearing a few more settling into the oval indentations left in the sand. "Kawalski; Jearing called out to the new arrival, better late than never."
MTV ladies and gentleman; Music Television. The operative word is WORLD.
"Any questions?"
The seagulls continued to stare at Jearing. A few more at a time settle into the sand. A few pigeons imitate the larger gulls holding their wings apart and riding the air currents spreading all thier tail feathers just like the seagulls. A pelican glides inches above the surface of the ocean.
Nothing can be heard now but the sound of the surf breaking against the shore.