Glub glub glub.
Oh, hey Frank.
Glub glub.
Hello Joe.
'What do you reckon they're up to?' Joe asked as he stared out towards the shore.
'I don't know. Such strange creatures. I mean, look at those tails, and those unruly fins. They're like a quarter of Gigi's arms,' said Frank, condescendingly.
'Looks like they're trying to stand on the water. Hah! What jokers!' laughed Joe.
'Well, it's not like they can swim very well with those tails,' Frank said as he gestured to the humans' legs.
'Oh, shit! I think Tyna's coming. She's got a bounty on my head for stealing her catch the other day. Gotta swim!' exclaimed Joe, hurrying fast.
'Yes, yes, swim away, you bloody thief,' Frank said with tight lips. He turned back to the shore and watched the humans surf from sun up to sun down. Lights started flickering from the sand and boards were carried out of the water.
A small plank was drifting on the surface close by. Seeing that no one was around, Frank flopped onto the plank and was cradled by the rocking currents in the night. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, he flopped back in the water.
Glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub.
I don't see what the hype's all about.
(photo via AnOtherMag.com)
