Be Weary of King Lhama, He's a Fraud and Plagiarist

in response to seagull we hit because we thought it was a plastice bag in the street and feathers came in through the sunroof  the thing about the things we work hard and put so much effort into(live seagull), yet for often some odd reason unwittingly leave behind(feathers) is that once they're left behind, some often get placed into the never to be finished pile(carcass in the street). A perpetually growing pile. A pile full of bright ideas that were never finished being thunk, epiphanies that were never quite piffed. A sad and lonely pile that should never be totally abandoned, because the potential is still there. That's when the scavengers(crows, even other seagulls) arrive to eat the carcass (reap the benefits of the pile) The the first scavenger on the scene examines the carcass, eats all the good parts; the liver, kidneys brains. He gains all the nutrients and and reaps every benefit of the good parts(takes somebodys unfinished pile) . And then, after sucking every delectable bit of the carcass he calls the others. He plays dumb. Yo, dude bird check out what i found man. And gains fame, noteriety and grandiose praise for his willingness to share the bounty with the others, the oblivious and autonomous scavengers. The first one on the scene emerges supreme. Getting to deep and weird for me and i'm getting lost in my metaphors. The moral of the story is that if you hit a very smart seagull with your car, make sure you turn back and hit hit the first one that comes to eat him because if he's one of the smart ones too, he can be very very dangerous, like King Lhama, but a fraud that stole every good idea he ever had.