S.S. Orca

Yesterday Pliny and Nostradamus went to a beach they rarely visit due to the difficulty of finding a road to it. A windy beach it was, with a great deal of sky. In the sky flew a whale, trailing an inflatable orange bucket, with black writing on it. Above the whale, a black green and white box jellyfish with long purple and white stingers. Below these creatures there were 2 people holding string.

Pliny and Nostradamus stumbled through the soft sand with their eyes fixed upon on the giant kites, particularly the whale. Nostradamus thought it might be constructed as a tube. He therefore was looking for a hole at each end which would confirm this hypothesis. Pliny was trying to read the words on the orange bucket. The letters she could see were S S, but there were several more that kept revolving out of sight. Due to the nature of the letter S she could not be sure whether these were the first or the last 2 letters of the word.

Pliny and Nostradamus were walking on the hard sand now and still looking up at the whale and the jellyfish. It was some time before they passed the stringholders and were finally released from the need to stare at fixed objects in the sky while walking.

Outrageous really. Perhaps it should not even be allowed.