VELUSIAWhat do you get when you combine vast sandy beaches with an excitable Kath Hound?
Sand, sand everywhere. Don't bother to ask how it gets in certain hard to reach places because it won't tell you. Sand is secret, sand is safe. Also sand is the grain of Space Satan and you mustn’t let him whisper sweet nothings in your ear but that's when he'll get you. You think you're safe, 'I wore protection' and then you move, you feel the grain. It irritates. So nasty. Too nasty.
Chomp the Kath Hound bounded up and down the beach with impressive speed, he had no concerns of getting sand between his toes, mostly because they had hooves. I'll probably still incorrectly say that the creature pads places, but I don't play by your rules.
Giving into the Sand Lord's demands, she watched on in mild annoyance as Chomp thoughtfully dived into the ocean. It was going to be a joy and a half to wash him.
Picture a corgi, a mildly retarded corgi. Dashing around like a torpedo on speed, covering any and all who foolishly chose to sunbathe on this day with damp clumps of sand, except instead of a short stumpy dog, it was a large tusked beast. “Oh Chomp...” the young woman withered, half ashamed but secretly amused by her four-legged friend's antics.
Also, in case I hadn't hammered the point home enough, sand is bad, m'mkay.