Single file, the pack decsended the sandstone bluff
zeroing on the dying Oyster. Unable to move he
lay their waiting. Tears filled his big eyes. Alpha
Male was the first to strike the jugglar. Blood
soaked the moist sand. It was awful. Vultures
circled above. Frenchy saw The distress. While riding,
he lost his balance, falling off his kook-box into the
ocean. That's when the hemp leash took effect,
dragging Frenchy to shore, however, in doing
so salt water flooded his nasal cavity, rendering him
unconconcious. Finally, what seemed an agonizing
lifetime, the massive kook-box beached itself.
Frenchy, unable to move, lay still, salt water in his
lung cavity. The pack, bellies filled with Oyster's
intestines, headed for Frenchy still attatched
to his rope leash. It seemed the jig was up for the
Frenchman.

Written by Carly Simon.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES