Wheeling Gull Isle but i was hedging my bets at vbs

“Yes!” He peeps with a flap of tail- but how? He doesn’t want to go into the water, but that seemed to be where the rare rocks were. And after Dinah had found him one so unique, how could he not do the same? He snorts out a little determination. He wasn’t a wimp!

But now he had to prove it.

His paws stamp down in the foaming shoreline, his tail sticks straight out like a rudder. His jaws clench, his body stiffens, his eyes narrow, and in his mind the countdown starts. 3…2…1…

He soars! Over sharp rocks and snags and swirling waters and weird bubbling holes, atop of a smear of brightly colored gifts from the sea. A wave picks up, gathering the tide from below, gaining momentum and height and hovering precariously high overhead. With a shriek he opens his mouth and grabs at some roundish thing, pivoting in the last second only to be seized and chewed up by God’s ocean then spat out haplessly onto the sand. His gift was gone, reclaimed by the sea.

“GRAHHHHHHHHHH!”