Coconut Grove Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the lord god had made

@O'Mally
late evening, cloudy, 34F

His apparently aimless searching of the shoreline was halted as he came upon a large, round object half buried in the sand. He used his nose to shift it back and forth in the sand a few times before finally using his paw to pull the thing towards him. A few pulls and it was free of the sand and teetering a bit at his feet. Lynford sniffed it—it smelled like food but when he tested the coarse, hairy coating with his teeth, it tasted like anything but food. It was intriguing but not enough to exert anymore of his energy on figuring out what it was.

He started to walk again, abandoning the object in the sand and heading towards the line of chilly sea water. He walked in until his paws were completely covered and then turned to continue his search down the beach.