Ankyra Sound the long way round

Eljay had never visited the ocean. The biggest body of water he'd seen was the large lake further down south (or was it Lake Rodney that was the biggest one?) but as he walked up to the coastline he was amazed to see what this was like. By now he had grown thinner; it was showing that he was lacking in sustenance. He'd last eaten a few days ago when he had fished at the lake not far from the scary-looking woods, but now he felt hunger catch up to him again. He was thirsty, too, so when Eljay reached the shoreline he was eager for a drink.

It wasn't as easy, though. There were rolling waves and he leaped back at first as they lapped at his ankles, his hackles raising defensively. Eljay woofed at the water, but it did nothing in return. He then nervously took another step forward and closed his eyes tight as the water lapped at his ankles again, this time engulfing his paws with water. Nothing bad happened though and Eljay lowered his head to drink.

As quickly as he'd lapped the water up he spit it out again though, since the water tasted very bad — yuck!