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The water caught it. Mojag wasn't comfortable getting closer after that and so he hung back upon the beach, watching as Heda moved closer and saw how the water tampered down her fur.

Pizzam? He didn't know that word; it didn't sound like anything he'd ever heard before, but he liked it. Bye-bye Psalm! His front feet stomped and slapped the wet sand as he danced a farewell towards the retreating creature, looking very much like a stone bobbing with the waves until the turtle was out of sight.