found. a. shark. doo-doo-doo-doo

Earlier in the night Hyperion had been convinced he'd caught a shark. He now knew better. Why? Because this time he'd caught a shark and the beast was dragging him through the waves like he was nothing. Twice now he'd almost drowned but the danger didn't register because this was hands down the best adventure of his life. His teeth were clenched around the base of the beast's top fin and his paws were scissored around what he thought was its belly. As for his hind legs...they just sort of trailed behind them both and occasionally got whacked by the shark's tail when it put on a burst of speed.

He was running low on air and wasting what little he had left on laughing when the shark's back breached the surface again. Hyperion gulped in air; the act less of a deliberate means to prolonging his life and more of the by product of laughing too hard but wanting to continue. This was great fun. He didn't know why he'd wasted time on girls earlier in the evening when he could have been riding sharks instead.

The shark dove down again, but this time when it did Hyperion felt sand under his hind legs. Seizing his chance, he planted his paws and heaved backwards towards what he thought was the direction of the shoreline. The shark ride promptly turned into a rodeo. It bucked and twisted, whipping his legs and mashing his balls with its tail as it tried to get away. Somehow he managed to make it to shore. Once there he beached the shark and then threw back his head in a raucous howl. "Wooo yeah! I caught a shark!" He stumbled over to its face and just about fell across it as he went to point an accusing paw at it. "Thought you could drown me but you didn't! Ha! Who's the champion? I'm the champion!"

A bit tired now, Hyperion flopped across the shark's back. Then and only then did his surroundings register. Where was the party? He sat up and looked around. There, to his right, he could clearly see the glow of the fire and hear the voices of the party goers, but they were too far away to have gotten a good show. What a bummer.

Hyperion gave the shark a friendly slap on the rump and debated hauling it back out into the water for another ride. If he pointed it in the right direction maybe it would carry him back to the party and the women who would surely get a kick out of his bravery.