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Some of his bravery diminished when Swordfish realized that he was the only one who appeared interested in the other playmate. Ray looked like he was struggling to walk – a tiny drunkard who staggered around on large paws, sand spiraling from his feet as he lifted them. The golden pup looked like he was walking through freshly laid cement. Swordfish divided his attention between the stranger and his brother but didn’t appear to want to move from his place.

Whatever toy Quennell had was only interesting from afar. The idea of giving chase to further investigate was not something Swordfish was going to humor. Instead of running after the prized treat, the boy plodded over to where Stingray was mushing his paws in the sand and sniffed at him. Fish nudged his sibling on the shoulder – a way of asking what was wrong.