... blew sand in every direction and knocked the luxurious kelp-Mohawk hairdo into a flattened damp-salad look.


The Great Beast, floundering in the foam as the tide rolled in, flapped its' immense flukes, toiled its' titanic tail, heaved its' humongous hulk about and sped back into the briny, leaving short blasts of flatulent BUT semi-melodious gaseous expulsions behind.

Padre Pepe raised one hand in benediction (the other pinched his nostrils) and said, ..........