The bright sparkled upon the sand; the wet hummed peacefully as it washed over it and retreated, washed and retreated.
Himself waddled under the shade of the leaves. There were tasty seeds here. So many tasty seeds. Dig, dig, gulp.
Something big, there. Himself gave it a passing glance. What a big bird!
What a loud sound! Ouch! Himself’s legs weren’t working. Himself collapsed, squawking weakly. So much ouch!