He plummets towards the soft billowy wave, faster and faster, like some Drop of Doom ride in an amusement park. His mind soaring, anticipating the rush, the thrill of the ride, he looks down and sees the last stray tendrils of silvery water receding from the shining sand.
Shocked into reality, he struggles to slow his descent in vain, no earthly being could save him now. He cries out to the great god of the sea, Oceanus. "Oh God of the seaweed, save me, I promise I'll be good". His worthless life flashes in front of his mindeye, despair fills his heart, he was not worth saving.
The sea churned and turned, suddenly a fork broke the bow of the wave, a crown of carol, er coral, atop a flowing mane of snowy white hair appeared through the frothing foam. Oceanus, the god of the seaweed to the rescue, holding his trident aloft with triumph, he caught the hapless tree-hugger, impaled on the tines.
In majestic horror, he watches as the struggling, flopping figure stills, shakes his great head sadly as he pushes the pink limp shrimp figure off his fork. The best laid plans of god and man, sometimes go astray, he thought, with a noble splash of his phallic fish tail, he is gone.
The shrimp figure lies sunbathing in the hot Aloha sun, staring sightless into the blazing light, the sand crabs curry to their unexpected feast, so thoughtfully provided by the God of the Sea,
The End ........or is it???????? |
