Wheeling Gull Isle Man Machine Poem

When she was nudged, Thresher startled slightly, half-wincing at the contact she hadn't been expecting simply because she'd been focused on the water's surface instead of her surroundings. She recovered easily, though- she'd learned how to do this from her parents who had always reassured her as soon as they'd sensed any amount of nervousness. Her little tail wriggled and she happily padded out of the water, interested in checking out the water cave with Moorhen. 

She toddled along behind her packmate, fixating this time on the female's tail as he swung gently from side to side. Unable to help herself, Thresher too sidled from side to side, mouth slightly open, as though she wanted to reach out and grab the feathery tip of Moorhen's tail. She didn-t as she knew such a thing might tweak the hairs and hurt her, but it was still fun to simply chase her tail's motion from side to side as they walked.