I think I need my own parade

He felt bad when the poor girl went under after the stupid shark wiggled it's way to freedom, but he admired her dedication to getting her prize to shore, which fueled his desire to help her since the feisty beast seemed to be a bit of a handful. Tail wagging at the smaller girl, he'd continue their march towards the waiting green sands that suddenly looked real welcoming after carrying around this big ol' fish that wasn't too happy about the situation. Amos couldn't blame it, but that didn't mean he was ever gunna let it go before they were on dry land!

But boy it was slow going. Water along slows one's movement, but water with waves that pull at you as you walk? Way more inconvenient, especially when a large wiggly creature is thrashing as you carry it along and try not to wipe out in the water. The shore was so stupid close, but the walk felt like it took ages. It probably took like, a minute or two but impatient young minds don't always gauge time terribly accurately. As the water level dropped below his shoulders he knew they were in the home stretch. He tightened his grip on the shark, tail swinging side to side with excitement. When they finally hit shore, he'd make sure to keep carrying the shark a ways away from shore, grip still tight as his jaws could manage, before he finally dropped the weakened shark. It wasn't looking too great, but that didn't stop Amos from hopping back as it thrashed it's way towards him, jaws parted and rows upon rows of shark teeth looking for a nice bite of wolf to sate it's rage and bloodlust.

"Well, that was fun" Amos laughed.