Stingray

He was paddling out to sea, keeping close to shore, with enough depth beneath him that his toes - just - couldn’t reach the bottom. He dove beneath the shallow surface a few times, experimenting on his technique - using his wings like flippers on either side of his body.

When he rose to the surface next, a funny shape caught his eye. It was a big flat creature, with a long, thin tail. Strange. He wondered… what would it taste like? He pushed himself a little closer, and the creature's tail whipped about. He slammed on his breaks, but it still nicked him. It was sharp! Its strike had gone beneath his fur, and left a little blood.
“Hey! I just wanted to taste you!”