The Sentinels this is the face i wear treading the riptide

Beloved Deirdre arrived-- a beautiful white girl who's eyes were oh so captivating. One day Terance's would be a similar color, but the boy had never seen his own face before, and therefore had no knowledge of this. "Dee!" he yips, his tongue still stuck out. "Ith all--" he can't quite think of the word, "not wet." He stands and waddles towards her, nosing her paw to make her put it up. "I'll sow you!"