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The sea monster wanted to live like the humans—cavorting on the beach, picnicking on bright woven blankets, and falling asleep in the warm sunlight. At first he tried just watching them from the shallows, but it was no good. It was not the same as being there. Then he tried convincing his fellow sea creatures to weave blankets from seaweed and have a beach day out on a lonely mudflat, but his friends had no interest in the humans, nor mimicking their strange ways. Finally he tried joining them, slinking quietly up the shore to where they played. But when they saw him emerge from the brine, scales dripping seawater, body draped with kelp and crusted with barnacles, they ran in terror. It was a setback, to be sure. But they had left their blankets and picnic baskets, and the sun was so warm and inviting. Perhaps he should lay down and enjoy it a while. it would be a shame to let all this food go to waste. He wasn’t a monster, after all.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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