The struggle over the loaf of bread has become a tussle…

It has passed the scrap phase and is building towards being a fracas… or maybe even a fray…

The scrimmage has become a scrum…

The scuffle is now a tussle…

The affray has risen to the level of a brawl…

Uh oh… one of the gulls picked up the bag containing the loaf of bread and then dropped it down by the bay…

But the dust-up continues, unabated…

The ruckus resumes…

The donnybrook is not done…

The melee moves into the bay…

It is now a splashy spat… a soaked squabble…

But the row is becoming less rowdy… the tiff has turned with the tide… the free-for-all has fizzled…

That is because, as you can see in the center of this photo, the bag of bread has slipped beneath the waters…

There are no winners in a war!