Continued from Part 3
After I fell out of the Typist’s fanny pack, I hollered and hollered for her to come back and I tried to catch her. Her legs are a lot longer than mine. I was afraid I’d have to hire a new typist right there at the beach! Then …
Uncle Roman saw me trying to catch up with the Typist and he saved me. I like Uncle Roman a LOT! I felt much better after being rescued. I rode in the fanny pack a while, then got a towel for me and my pets to sun on.
Boomer, Raddish, me and Mini-mini all layed on the beach towel for a while. I put sunscreen all over.
After a while, my pets went and played nearby while I sunbathed.
Boomer was watching the ocean nearby.
But he came back to keep an eye out while I was sunning my backside. He is a good watchdog.
I saw my cat Mini-Mini hiding under the beachbag. She was afraid of the loud water in the ocean. So I sat with her in the sand to watch the waves safely for a while.
I played in the sand with Raddish. He started about 32 sandcastles. He finished zero sandcastles.
Then I sunbathed more and Mini-Mini sat with me.
It was fun sunning and playing in the sand. I agreed with Mini-Mini that the ocean did not look like a safe place to swim. Besides, I heard it had an evil frog in it, and that Under Toad ate unwary swimmers. Sunning was safer even though I did not put enough sunscreen on my bill apparently.
More beach adventures coming soon.