Sea Lion Shores what's the use of stacking on every failure, another stone

SEA-LION SHORES; AW.

She crouched low to the angular sand, her posture intent and her shoulders hunched. Her rheum-rimmed eyes were fastened on the pitiful progress of a young seal pup, who was half-stranded in the whitewashed shore. An easy meal for someone like her; someone who was so naturally inclined to be lazy. Normally, she let others do the hard work -- she considered it beneath her to put her body in hazard's way for a meal. But this opportunity seemed too good to give up: here wriggled a mewling pup, presumably abandoned by its mother. Caiaphas stepped in front of it and the pup shied, a maneuver that elicited a series of delighted cackles. Feeling no sense of pity or remorse, Caiaphas dropped her muzzle and grabbed the wriggling seal by its tail, dragging it towards the water. Cruelly she placed a paw over its hind flipper, disabling it from escaping into the water. The wretched thing struggled beneath the pressure of her paw -- the pounding water rushed over them both and still Caiaphas kept her leg down, tittering gleefully all the while.