WATER
When Deems Strobing walked to the end of the pier, he expected to look down and see water. The shock he received was as if a bowl of lightning had been flung in his face. For it happened that upon looking down, he saw a sea of sand. Dry sand. Desert sand.
‘No! It can’t be!’ he howled.
‘Oh, yes it can,’ said his dog, Alan, speaking for the first time ever.
Deems awoke from the nightmare as if diving from an eagle’s nest into a log. His throat was parched. He rolled from bed to fetch a glass of water. He thrust a glass under the tap and turned the handle. Sand flowed. Dry sand. Desert sand.
‘Oh, no! It can’t be!’ he howled.
‘How can a guy sleep around here with all of this racket?’ said his dog, Alan, speaking for the second time ever.
Sand reported back to Water. They had a giggle.
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