Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

if there was any mischief on sandpiper's mind, she hid it well. she peered at him with feigned fascination, her eyes wide and doe-like as she awaited the master to impart wisdom on its ragged pupil. it was all a masterfully crafted masquerade -- no sooner did he loosen his grip on the urchin did sandpiper make her move.

in a flurry of sand, the girl lunged for the thing -- it was an artful maneuver, truly -- for the urchin was hardly airborne before she made her bid for its spiky surface. if she was successful, she would grab the thing and make a positively headlong gallop down the strand -- cackling all the while and looking like a cocaine-hopped corgi doing the puppy zoomies.