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Swordfish was already tired when they arrived at the sandbar. His expression was lethargic, almost exasperated. Their mom seemed to think that it would be a fun excursion for them. Stingray appeared to be rather pleased, as he bounced along, racing ahead in rare moments to return with something peculiar looking. It seemed to be the natural state of things. Ray with his joyful curiosity, Fish with his penchant for lazy days, and Vix… well, Swordfish didn’t watch Vixen very often. Perhaps she was better at finding sleeping places than he was.

Once they had been set free on the beach, the young boy plodded a few pathetic steps from his mom. He sniffed at the sand. With one doleful expression back to her, Swordfish plopped onto his rear end with a wet sound. He wanted to know when they could go home.

No wanna, he mumbled with a pout.