Stavanger Bay Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.

Trotting along the beach, Zig spotted a flock of seagulls gathered on the rocky beach a few yards ahead of him. Glee filled his face as he instantly took off into a full sprint, his intent to ruin their quiet morning by running directly through the middle of their group.

As he reached them, the birds frantically beat their wings in an attempt to reach a safe distance from the predator. He let out an exhilarated laugh at the sight, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. He had no intention of actually catching one of them, though; he just thought it would be fun to stir them up and watch them all try to fly away at once.

To his disappointment, the fun was short-lived as the white birds proceeded to fly away, eventually disappearing out of his field of vision. The morning was cool and it filled him with energy as he trotted into the water, stopping when it reached his elbows. He leaped around a little, enjoying the way the water splashed around him every time he landed. His attention was soon drawn to a crab on the beach that was quickly scurrying away from the water's edge. He smiled and trotted from the water, easily closing the distance between him and his new toy.

Once close enough, Zig picked up his big, brown paw and flipped the animal on its back. It immediately began snapping its claws at him, but he had played with crabs before and knew what it felt like to get pinched by one of those things. He lied down on his sternum and proceeded to nose the crab, careful to avoid the snapping pincers. Zig continued to torture the poor creature as the morning turned to mid-day, nosing it around between his paws, but always remaining just out of its grasp.