Last summer, my family took a trip to a little port. It was a rather warm day and the waves were splashing up over the rocks. We got out of the van and walked along the shore, sometimes getting hit with the cold salt water. As we had been driving down, I had spotted something on the rocks and wanted to see what it was. So we all walked down to see if we could find it. It was some kind of dead sea animal with orange letters spray painted on it. The only letter I could make out was the letter e. But even stranger was the animal itself. It had the body of a manatee but the head of a water dinosaur. We all started arguing over what we thought it was.
“It’s some kind of dinosaur,” was my argument.
“It’s an aquatic sea mammal!” announced one of my sisters.
“It looks like a manatee to me,” was another argument.
The youngest was just afraid, she admitted later, that it was going to jump up and attack me despite the fact that it was deteriorating and had one of its shoulder blades sticking out of its back. We gave it up and started walking back.
Then, just as we got back, a happy fisherman and his son came walking off the pier, carrying a small wriggling shark. The fisherman proceeded to take a picture of it with his phone and then they walked back onto the pier, apparently to set it free. We got in the van. Then another man came back carrying the same shark and put it in a bucket. Dinner?
~Miri~
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