some tired island In your heart called Paradise
08-25-2013, 12:26 AM
Pale puppy paws dashed happily across the beach, his form dodging in and out of the waves. Mother said never to venture too far into the water, because he never knew when he'd be pulled out to sea. Which was fine for now, there was enough on the beach to keep him occupied for hours at a time. For instance, the tiny starfish that unfortunately found itself at the curious puppy's feet. His grin would widen as he lazily lowered his nose to right above the creature. His nostrils would bring in the crustaceans salty scent, a bit of unpleasantness was to follow as he decided it would be a bad idea to eat the thing. That didn't mean he had to leave it alone though, because it looked like the best toy he'd ever seen. He ignored its foul taste and took one of its tiny arms in his teeth. Quickly tossing the creature into the air. He watched it carefully, intent upon catching it. His paws would push off from the ground as he leapt dramatically for the prize. Catching it proudly his tail would find its way pridefully to his back. He pulled his head up happily and sped back down the beach, starfish in his jaw. Speech, |