My story about seagulls dancing

Seagulls Dancing

In the holidays, I went to a glistering, golden, really sandy beach under the sun and borrowed a beach house from my friend. We stayed for two weeks, but when I returned home I could only think about this day in my holiday. 
We were walking in to the beach early in the morning, when I saw two seagulls waving their wings and stamping their feet on a rock. My sister, who is only four, thought they were dancing, but I, being more intelligent than my sister, told her seagulls don’t dance. When we finished our walk and went back , it was eight o'clock and I was starving because I didn’t eat breakfast yet. My dad asked me if I wanted some breakfast. I was just about to say yes when I saw the seagulls waving their wings and stamping their feet outside. That afternoon we went to the wharf, and I was just about to jump off when I saw two seagulls waving their wing and stamping their feet on top of a rock. So I thought to myself, “Why are they doing this?” So I went over to where the seagulls were and felt the heat with my feet. I finally apologised to my sister. Seagulls do dance!