Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

she launched, a tackle.

he found himself in a stumble but no true harm would come from their collision. at worst he dropped his rear into the water, drenched on the lower half now and droplet splattered on the upper. it was good to see and experience such joy.

laughter would bubble from him too. quick before he sought to wiggle free like a weasel and zip off down the chain of tide pools.