Wheeling Gull Isle we sing, “look at all this love we’ve found”

When her shell was overturned to reveal the little pebble underneath, a squeal is made from the depths of tiny lungs before the little Redhawk does a happy dance, wriggling and bouncing up and down. She turns to her brothers with an excited, whiplash-inducing nod before loping after her Daddy. Adventure, adventure, adventure!

Up and out of the den they go, and it's not long before Dinah passes him, gladly accepting the offer of being the leader with a shout of Yay! The sandy dirt beneath her paws is a feeling she revels in, disappearing into a patch of huckleberries before coming out the other end with a wagging tail. Periodically, she glances back for her Daddy to make sure he's following, flopping into a play bow before dashing ahead.

With the sound of the roaring Pacific as her guide, she leads him to the beachside, slowing to a trudge once she reaches the sand. She had a mission; a task! She felt so grown-up, sticking out her chest before her nose falls to the ground, blowing sand out in front of her. She had to find the best-est gifts, had to, had to, had to!