A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

An argument outside. Two birds, different species. The squeal of a seagull, the caw of a crow.

What are they fighting over? The crust of a sandwich? A fish head?

From the scrape it makes: a paper bag -- with a french fry in it.