splish splash, i'm not takin' no baths!

It was maybe... maybe the last nice day. Maybe the last nice day they would have this year. Wake didn't know that, he couldn't tell you what was coming. All he knew was that the sun was shining, and the sounds of migrating birds were loud in the air. What the fuck! They were so loud, man. Wake imitated the sounds they mad sarcastically, and then shouted them. Loudly, loud as he could. Yes, that would do well! He would take his terrible bird noises down to the beach and he would romp and he would practice them.

And so he would!

There was no shortage of geese and... whatever else. Wake didn't know what they were, really. There were so many of them though. Bunch of fuckers. They were looking at him weird anyway! The boy chased after the creatures gleefully, sending them scattering in all directions. His steps were long and bouncing, kicking up sand and running through the muck and the muddy shallows. Racing down the sandy beach, and getting it well and truly tangled up in his coat. Filly, cackling, having the absolute best time-- hell yeah, what a good last warm day it was.
WAKE ME UP