A DAY AT THE BEACH
She skipped barefoot, her pudgy bronze-colored feet dug small valleys of footprints behind her in the powdery sand. One rounded had gripped the rim of a flopping yellow straw hat. Long chestnut-brown spiraled curls danced wildly beneath the hat in the cool salty breeze. Her other hand grasped a brown paper bag, the contents rattling rhythmically with each step.
Her name is Dory. She loves the beach and goes there often with her family to collect seashells, or just take in the scenery. Stopping once to roll down the cuffs of her blue denim overalls and shake out the sand that collected in the crease, Dory rolls the cuffs neatly up before she squats down. Her fleshy knees resting under her chin, the only part of her face visible from beneath her hat. The outgoing tide revealed a field of pink and purple seashells on the damp brown sand.
She set her bag down next to her and carefully inspected each seashell, turning it over once, then over again before dropping it into the bag. She collected about a dozen seashells before a woman's voice called, "Dory!", She looked towards the sound of the voice and answered, "I'm coming Mommy!". Dory slowly got to her feet, grabbing her bag of seashells, then gingerly manueuvering through the field of seashells, the shell edges bit her feet as she tried to avoid stepping on any.
As she tiptoed on the shore on her way to her mother, Dory watched a tiny bird chase a silver-flaked wave back into the ocean, being chased back onto the sand by another wave. After a melodic giggle, she began to imitate the littlebird as she ran back and forth with it playfully, until it finally flew away.
Dory trotted over the incoming waves, splashing and breaking the crests with her feet. Then "kirplunck!" She slipped with a sandy gush, paper bag in hand, into the salty water. A wave slapped her in the face, lifting her hat from her head into the ocean. It tumbled in the foamy wave back to shore. Dory sat in the sandy water, her soaked.dark hair plastered to her face. She pulled it away from her face before the next wave came, losing her paper bag.
Nolonger gripping the paper bag filled with seashells, Dory splashed the water wildly looking for it. She got up from her perch in the laughing water,her body dripping with clammy,sandy water,spitting out some of the salty-tasting sandy water from her mouth,shivering from the cool ocean air.Her lips blue and quivering as Dory managed to retreieve her mangled straw hat that lay in a heep on the soggy sand. A mournful bellow could be heard through the misty air, "Mom........!", as Dory, arms folded in front of her, scampered at a jack rabbit's pace, to her mother further up the beach.
Her name is Dory. She loves the beach and goes there often with her family to collect seashells, or just take in the scenery. Stopping once to roll down the cuffs of her blue denim overalls and shake out the sand that collected in the crease, Dory rolls the cuffs neatly up before she squats down. Her fleshy knees resting under her chin, the only part of her face visible from beneath her hat. The outgoing tide revealed a field of pink and purple seashells on the damp brown sand.
She set her bag down next to her and carefully inspected each seashell, turning it over once, then over again before dropping it into the bag. She collected about a dozen seashells before a woman's voice called, "Dory!", She looked towards the sound of the voice and answered, "I'm coming Mommy!". Dory slowly got to her feet, grabbing her bag of seashells, then gingerly manueuvering through the field of seashells, the shell edges bit her feet as she tried to avoid stepping on any.
As she tiptoed on the shore on her way to her mother, Dory watched a tiny bird chase a silver-flaked wave back into the ocean, being chased back onto the sand by another wave. After a melodic giggle, she began to imitate the littlebird as she ran back and forth with it playfully, until it finally flew away.
Dory trotted over the incoming waves, splashing and breaking the crests with her feet. Then "kirplunck!" She slipped with a sandy gush, paper bag in hand, into the salty water. A wave slapped her in the face, lifting her hat from her head into the ocean. It tumbled in the foamy wave back to shore. Dory sat in the sandy water, her soaked.dark hair plastered to her face. She pulled it away from her face before the next wave came, losing her paper bag.
Nolonger gripping the paper bag filled with seashells, Dory splashed the water wildly looking for it. She got up from her perch in the laughing water,her body dripping with clammy,sandy water,spitting out some of the salty-tasting sandy water from her mouth,shivering from the cool ocean air.Her lips blue and quivering as Dory managed to retreieve her mangled straw hat that lay in a heep on the soggy sand. A mournful bellow could be heard through the misty air, "Mom........!", as Dory, arms folded in front of her, scampered at a jack rabbit's pace, to her mother further up the beach.
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