The Beach!
When we arrived at the beach, I was
feeling
a little apprehensive. Mumsy, recently
recovered from the chicken pox, assured
me that it was okay.
I also felt a little sleepy. Mumsy
attributed
this to the fact that sometimes I have ocean
wave sounds in my room while I sleep.
I attribute it to the fact that I was taking
a nap in the car. But she thinks she's clever.
It's best to humor these people.
After I got turned over to Dad, I perked
up
quite a bit. I like Dad. He's good at stuff.
Daddy took me down to the water and told
me about how all the baby-eating monsters
had taken a personal day, so there was
nothing to fear.
I liked the foam whooshing up between my
toes.
Then I liked the waves crashing on my knees.
Then I enjoyed the water soaking up through
my whole outfit. Eventually I found that what
I really wanted to do was dive head first
into each wave.
I talked to the ocean extensively,
telling it
"DUCKA DUCKA DUCKA DUCKA DUCKA"
and other edifying statements. I also liked
the gulls and imitated their shrieks.
Mumsy says there are wild horses on
this beach, but we didn't see any.
Dad and I can take on anything,
even the Atlantic ocean.
When it was time to go home I cried to
get
back in the water and splash more, even
though I was cold and soaked. How am
I going to major in Marine Biology if they
keep limiting my research schedule?
I left my mark at the beach. I shall return.