Ah, the sea....

Ah, when we go to the sea, everything is special. The ragmops, the terriarplanes, ompaloppa, gelly-in-the-glass, all to me true. We arrive via a ragmop. It is nicley and spicy. Of course you will not now what a "ragmop" is. It is from the future, I shall say, 439 years in the future. Let me explain the ragmop. Ours was blueishey, that and the sponge rubber on the inside of our the carpeen was yellowish. We took an asride there, got on at the mop and took the rag there, so you can see, ragmop! So the sea, the sea it was owlishness or course. The spectuals of the wild wind brough us there. So we fell out and onto the sand. The sand was grainy beneath or muzzels. We never, never took off the muzzels, what with the sand there. We lay akimbo and looked at the H2O. It was marvaless ! ! !

Ompaloopa came to see us, brought in on a fairy wind. It landed with a crestmast on the sand, the grainy sand.

"Why, what do you see Ompla."

(Ompla is short for ompaloopa)

"I see a great many things, all within the grainy sands of time, yes yes, the grainy sands!"

"What do you mean." Says I.

"And me too." Says Clair.

The ompla did a dance for a moment. Leaping over the us and rooting about. Then it said.

"They H2O and the grainy sands! And the grainy sands!"

So silly the ompaloopa.

So we lay about and them Clair said to me.

"Lets talk a walkabout, we can take the ompla."

"Very fine, very fine." Says I.

We took a strole then, up the sea to the northwest. There were many many things to see. The slide running down to the beach, and all the festoons about it. The Sea rumbling and saying:

"Arrr, I am a pirate, can you see me?"

The ompla took a strole beside us.

It was then we saw the terriarplanes. It rained on us then. The terriarplanes making a harsh exception. It was only for a moment or then the terriarplanes made a b-line for the shore and were gone.

"What says you Clair? Terriaplanes, terriaplanes, oh, terria!"

Clair wiped the rain from her.

"Bezellbump! Ani't that ecciting, to be true."

We made our way back to the ragmop and got us gelly-in-the-glass. It was sweet and sour, it was delectable, We barely finished it and gave the rest to the ompla. Who said:

"Glass in the gelly, glass in the gelly can I have more of it....please!"

To late for that ompla we had best be going.

Ah, the sea, everything was special.