"Of course I do!" As nice as it is here, you can't say forever.
"Understandable. You should ask Plazo about that. That bunny's a few fish short of an ocean, but he has a lot of experience with that crazy kind of stuff. Probably why he's so nuts now. Let me just pack up this fish and we can head into town."
Glenn diligently packs up the rack of fish into a pair of wicker baskets, which he slings over his shoulders. "Come on, now" he becons.
The path uphill from the beach is steep. This beach is much wider than the thin strip you traveled up to reach Glenn's house in the first place. You keep loosing your footholds and sliding back in the sand. Nevertheless, the silence asks to be broken.
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