it's our world they can never have it She rests beneath the surface of the ocean, with only her dorsal fin breaking the surface -- absorbing the warmth of the sun in the lazy afternoon air, her forelegs stretched out along the shallow muck, her body submerged in water just deep enough to hide her. There was no need to lift her head above the water for oxygen, this strange body of hers adapting whenever she found herself submerged, and so she simply lazed beneath the water as the waves gently pushed her back and forth. Eventually, however, she grew bored with simply dozing, and with a quick stretch she had propelled herself into deeper water, although she was careful not to go too deep where the larger predators could be found. Instead, she heads for a nearby reef with clumsy movements, seeking out a fish or two to snack on to quell the growling in her stomach. |
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