By Roger Brown


NIGHT IS FALLEN AND THE COLD WIND MOANS,
I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FAR FROM HOME,
I AM CAST AWAY AND LEFT ALONE.

THE STARS ABOVE ME SEEM SO FAR AWAY,
IF THERE IS MORNING, WILL I SEE THE DAY?
WON'T SOMEONE COME AND CARRY ME AWAY?

S.O.S., S.O.S.,
S.O.S., S.O.S.


DIALOG:

A SEAGULL MADE A PERFECT LANDING BESIDE HIM.
"AH, YOU'VE GOT A PROBLEM?"
HE SPOKE ANIMO WITH A BROOKLYN ACCENT.
"I'VE JUST GOT PAWED OFF THE SHIP!"
"I KNOW, I'VE SEEN IT. YOU CAME OUT OF THERE LIKE A BULLET!
I'M LOUEY, THE GULL. I RUN THIS TOWN! LET'S GET YOU BACK ON THE SHIP."
"YOU REALLY CAN? MY GROUP'S THERE, YOU SEE."
"GROUP? A BLOODGROUP? ARE YOU WOUNDED OR SOMETHING?"
"NO, I'M AN INTERNATIONAL STAR."
"YOU LOOK LIKE A MOUSE TO ME."
LOUEY TOOK THE STRAPS OF THE BRITISH AIRWAYS BAG IN HIS BEAK A LIFTED OFF LIKE A JUMBO.