The Beach

I was on the beach yesterday, you got it? This is where my tale begins. You see, I was playing in the rock pools when I saw a crab. I needed to go to the toilet, and then the horror struck me- animals in the sea went to the toilet in the sea. I screeched and pulled my hand out of the rock pool. Where to wash it!? Where to wash it!? The sea? No... The tap to wash the sand off yourself! I rushed over to the tap and the water cleaned my hand. My mother, who had just come out of the sea, ran over for a hug. I recoiled any my mum thought I wasn't her child... Then she spent the next hour troubling annoyed boys until I tapped her on the shoulder and said,1

"What on Earth are you doing, mum?" Then we went home and I was in trouble- DEEP trouble. All because of a few thoughts. Anyway, I went to the beach again because mum found out about my toilet theory. She dragged me into the sea, and I did not care if fishies went to the sea in there- it's too much fun to notice! 2

-From The Beach, an upcoming story by MagicKid