Sweezus and Terence have made their way down to the beach.
They are scanning the water for Arthur.
I see him, says Sweezus. He's down that way.
They head that way.
Terence steps on a dead fish.
Yerk! says Terence.
Better you than me, says Sweezus.
Yes, says Terence. You're bigger.
That's not why, says Sweezus.
Look, that's my footprint! says Terence.
Leave it, says Sweezus. Come on, Arthur's coming in.
Arthur has caught a middle sized wave and glides in on his bodyboard.
He rolls to a stop and stands up in the poisonous froth.
We brought you some TicTacs, says Terence.
In case you were coughing, says Sweezus.
I wasn't, says Arthur, but thanks. He takes a TicTac.
Lemon, says Arthur.
That's all there was, says Sweezus. What's it like out there?
Some guys are coughing, says Arthur.
Maybe they'd like a TicTac, says Sweezus.
Ask them when they come in, says Arthur.
Can I look for dead fish? asks Terence.
What for? asks Sweezus.
Science, says Terence.
Sweezus is impressed. Sure you can, little buddy. But just count, don't touch
Terence wanders off to look for dead fish and count them.
I might go up to the car and get my board, says Sweezus. Keep an eye on Terence.
Okay, says Arthur. And leave me the TicTacs.
Okay, says Sweezus.
He goes.
Arthur sees a wave building up in the distance, his mouth full of TicTacs.
Terence bends down to look at something curly.
It's a moment
in space
and in time.
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