Our toes hit the sand and the ocean air greets us.
“I bought this used old book just because it looked old.
I don’t care if it turns out to be the worst book I’ve ever read.”
Oscar holds the book up to his nose and sniffs the pages.
“Here smell it.”, He says as he pushes the book into Jenny’s face.
“This book has lived!” He adds.
She smells it and for some reason imagines an antique library.
“And remind me to wash my hands before I eat something later today.”
They came to a stop at a quiet spot on the beach.
“But then again where do I was my hands on a beach? In the ocean?
You never know where it’s been, might end up with some kind of skin infection.
It would be better if you just fed me instead.”
He finally takes a breather.
“I’m not sure why I should have to feed you.” She said.
“But this spot seems fine.” She says as she takes out a big blanket and lets the wind stretch it out in the air.
She lets it fall down onto the beach, and with that she made us a little square safe to sit on.
“Take of your shirt.” She said and soon after she knew she should have said that differently.
But like a professional boxer she didn’t leave room for Oscar to strike.
“I mean, or you’ll never get a nice tan.” She said.
She had an unfair advantage when it came to tanning, considering she already was, so she kept her dress on and parked her behind on the blanket.
She then opened the book that Oscar gave her about jellyfish and began to read from it.
“Great, I’m the tourist now and as soon as I take off my shirt the sunlight bouncing of my white chest will blind all the locals on the beach, and lead those salesmen selling things like bracelets, sunglasses and hats, straight to us!” Oscar said while entangled in his own T-shirt.
Jenny couldn’t really tell through her sunglasses so she didn’t say a word.
He joined her on the blanket, their own sand-free carpet that would make Aladdin jealous and opened his book.
All they could hear at that time was the waves crashing onto the shore, a little breeze and the turning of their pages.
Well, all of that and an elderly couple not far from them was arguing about which direction their sun chairs should face and the importance of applying sunblock in your armpits.
Oscar gave Jenny a small push to get her attention, she fell over like a tree that just got cut down, or well that’s what he remembered.
What actually happened was that Jenny looked up, smiled and waited for him to speak, “Turns out this book does contains some crap, the book is about a woman that works at a train station cleaning toilets, at night she sits at a table and welcomes the people and cleans the stalls after they used them.”
“Fascinating!” She replied.
He wasn’t sure what to say to that so instead brought up a new subject,
“How’s your book?”
She pouted her lips as though she was thinking it over,
“The Box jellyfish has 64 anuses.”
“So you like it.” Oscar said right before he got whacked by the hardcover book.
Minutes fly by or maybe even an hour or two did.
In history there had never been a bad moment to eat ice cream, knowing this they went to go get some.
And because they knew how to spell they started spelling out a word or two, “I-C-E C-R-E-A-M!”
For the first time ever on this specific beach, an ice cream vendor took it upon himself to sell ice cream where no one ever had before.
They walked over to the small stand with a friendly looking fella scooping ice cream.
But they weren’t the only ones longing for some ice cream so they had to join the back of the line.
The sun was burning down hard on the people waiting to get their ice cream delight, “I once heard they made ice cream with pickle flavor, aimed at pregnant women.” Oscar told Jenny.
“That doesn’t sound that bad.” She replied.
“I’ll order you a scoop then. If he has it.” Oscar said.
We ended up ordered the same flavor, and the ice cream salesmen seemed disappointed in us.
He had a wide range of colors and flavors that would make your taste buds go absolutely berserk.
Instead we just picked chocolate.
On our way back we gave the spelling anthem another go while we licked the chocolate scoops,“I-C-E C-R-E-A-M!”
Some girls pass ny us and one of the girls opens her mouth and words fall out that formed a sentence, “That guy’s so pale, he probably never comes outside.”
And the rest of the girls laughed in sync.
Oscar looked over his shoulder, and tried to shoot lasers from his eyes but it didn’t work so instead he just cursed.
“Bitches.”, but that was more of a fact than a curse.
They return to their sand-free haven on the beach.
And while Jenny was enjoying her ice cream, the sun was doing it’s best to take that joy away from her, the ice cream melted faster than her tongue could keep up with.
Ice cream dripped down her hand and was about to fall onto her chest.
Which Oscar noticed and observed with a little to much interest.
She noticed and wiped her hands free from the icecream using his face as a towel.
He cleaned his face and spoke, “Oh and about the book.”
“What about it?” she asked.
Oscar sucked the last bit of ice cream that was stuck in the cone and talked with a mouthful of ice cream,
“Turns out the toilet lady is in love with a frequent peeer.”
“A master peeer?” She asked.
“Not sure, it doesn’t say how long it takes him.”
They laughed at their inside joke, but what they did not know that one of the girls had followed them.
“Brainfreeze!” Jenny yelped while she pressed her palm against her temple.
“Hi!” A voice behind them said.
The girl walked around them and blocked Jenny’s sun, Oscar looked up, and with the sun blinding him he couldn’t really see the girl.
He simply replied with, “Hey.”
“I was with those girls just now. You’re not from around here, are you?” She asked him.
Oscar clearly didn’t want to talk to her, “I knew you were going to say that.”
“You did? How?” She asks.
“Well, it’s one of my many abilities.” He said.
She seemed intrigued or she was half human half parrot, “Abilities?”
I could do a seance for you right now, if you want one.” He said with an expressionless face.
Which makes you wonder why we don’t accept it as an emotion even thought our brain can detect it.
“Oh, yes please do!” She said while she almost jumped up into the air of joy.
Oscar began to move his hand in front of him while wiggling his fingers towards the ocean, “Ah, A picture is forming in my head.” He said.
The girl just stood there, still blocking Jenny’s sun, following his every movement.
Oscar jolted and said, “A rock!”
She looks at him with a odd look on her face.
As if she had suddenly taken a large bite out of a lemon, “a.. A rock?”
“Yes, I see it so clear now, like mice on a plate.” He continued.
He was planning to leave it at that, which created a painful silence.
She almost begged him to finish his seance.
He went back to sitting normally, picked up his book and said,
“You were a rock in your previous life, explains a lot doesn’t it?”
She made the sound of a bicycle tire releasing some air, “Tssk.” and she walked away.
Jenny laughed her ass off and luckily they had packed some bandages just in case.
Time flies and as the sun is a little closer to settling down on it’s ocean bed the two go hunting for living things.
“She tries to capture his heart by keeping the stall he always uses, the cleanest of all and doesn’t allow anyone else to use it but him. She even starts decorating it for him.” Oscar said while they walked towards the shore.
They were going to find hermit crabs, sea urchins and a occasional sea star in the reef and tide pools along the shore.
“Like how? Candles on top of the water reservoir?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah, and a carpet like toilet seat cover.” Oscar replied.
They looked at some of the sea urchins that were just sitting there.
“Wonder what a person would have had to do wrong in his life to come back as a sea urchin.” Oscar said.
“Not paying your speeding tickets? They can’t move so.. That would be a good punishment.
And people eat them, so they get reborn again and maybe as a human being again for another chance.” Jenny said.
Jenny was walking along the reef and with her trained eye she found a hermit crab which she picked up and announced, “Tada!”
Oscar looked at it with amaze because the Dutch boy had never seen such a creature before.
And because his mouth was already open he talked, “If I could have one wish right now, I would wish that today was my birthday and I had a cake.”
“Why?” Jenny asked.
“So I could blow out the candles and make another wish.
I would wish that I was able to do the crocodile hunter’s accent whenever I wanted.
Like now!”
And so he began pretending he was the crocodile hunter.
“Crikey! Bugger!” He yelled while he was rolling around on the shore pretending to wrestle some small sea life.
Jenny tried to calm the hermit crab down, because Oscar’s odd behaviour was scaring him a bit.
“Jennyfish!” He yelled, and she took her attention of the crab and saw Oscar a bit further down the shore waving at her.
She puts the crab back into the water and runs towards him.
He was holding something in his hand, and as she came closer she saw it was a small jellyfish that looked just like her.
It was somewhat inappropriate but he couldn’t resist the crocodile hunter within,
“Isn’t She Gorgeous?”
—THE END—
‘Wow, this is one heck of a program.‘ Oscar thought to himself.
He just tried out a new program that was aimed for kids but had caught his interest.
All you had to do is fill in your name and that of your best friend and things you both liked.
And the place for the story to take place and the program would come up with an entire story.
He ejected the disc and found a hammer and smashed the disc into pieces.
No one would replace him with a stupid program!
“I bought this used old book just because it looked old.
I don’t care if it turns out to be the worst book I’ve ever read.”
Oscar holds the book up to his nose and sniffs the pages.
“Here smell it.”, He says as he pushes the book into Jenny’s face.
“This book has lived!” He adds.
She smells it and for some reason imagines an antique library.
“And remind me to wash my hands before I eat something later today.”
They came to a stop at a quiet spot on the beach.
“But then again where do I was my hands on a beach? In the ocean?
You never know where it’s been, might end up with some kind of skin infection.
It would be better if you just fed me instead.”
He finally takes a breather.
“I’m not sure why I should have to feed you.” She said.
“But this spot seems fine.” She says as she takes out a big blanket and lets the wind stretch it out in the air.
She lets it fall down onto the beach, and with that she made us a little square safe to sit on.
“Take of your shirt.” She said and soon after she knew she should have said that differently.
But like a professional boxer she didn’t leave room for Oscar to strike.
“I mean, or you’ll never get a nice tan.” She said.
She had an unfair advantage when it came to tanning, considering she already was, so she kept her dress on and parked her behind on the blanket.
She then opened the book that Oscar gave her about jellyfish and began to read from it.
“Great, I’m the tourist now and as soon as I take off my shirt the sunlight bouncing of my white chest will blind all the locals on the beach, and lead those salesmen selling things like bracelets, sunglasses and hats, straight to us!” Oscar said while entangled in his own T-shirt.
Jenny couldn’t really tell through her sunglasses so she didn’t say a word.
He joined her on the blanket, their own sand-free carpet that would make Aladdin jealous and opened his book.
All they could hear at that time was the waves crashing onto the shore, a little breeze and the turning of their pages.
Well, all of that and an elderly couple not far from them was arguing about which direction their sun chairs should face and the importance of applying sunblock in your armpits.
Oscar gave Jenny a small push to get her attention, she fell over like a tree that just got cut down, or well that’s what he remembered.
What actually happened was that Jenny looked up, smiled and waited for him to speak, “Turns out this book does contains some crap, the book is about a woman that works at a train station cleaning toilets, at night she sits at a table and welcomes the people and cleans the stalls after they used them.”
“Fascinating!” She replied.
He wasn’t sure what to say to that so instead brought up a new subject,
“How’s your book?”
She pouted her lips as though she was thinking it over,
“The Box jellyfish has 64 anuses.”
“So you like it.” Oscar said right before he got whacked by the hardcover book.
Minutes fly by or maybe even an hour or two did.
In history there had never been a bad moment to eat ice cream, knowing this they went to go get some.
And because they knew how to spell they started spelling out a word or two, “I-C-E C-R-E-A-M!”
For the first time ever on this specific beach, an ice cream vendor took it upon himself to sell ice cream where no one ever had before.
They walked over to the small stand with a friendly looking fella scooping ice cream.
But they weren’t the only ones longing for some ice cream so they had to join the back of the line.
The sun was burning down hard on the people waiting to get their ice cream delight, “I once heard they made ice cream with pickle flavor, aimed at pregnant women.” Oscar told Jenny.
“That doesn’t sound that bad.” She replied.
“I’ll order you a scoop then. If he has it.” Oscar said.
We ended up ordered the same flavor, and the ice cream salesmen seemed disappointed in us.
He had a wide range of colors and flavors that would make your taste buds go absolutely berserk.
Instead we just picked chocolate.
On our way back we gave the spelling anthem another go while we licked the chocolate scoops,“I-C-E C-R-E-A-M!”
Some girls pass ny us and one of the girls opens her mouth and words fall out that formed a sentence, “That guy’s so pale, he probably never comes outside.”
And the rest of the girls laughed in sync.
Oscar looked over his shoulder, and tried to shoot lasers from his eyes but it didn’t work so instead he just cursed.
“Bitches.”, but that was more of a fact than a curse.
They return to their sand-free haven on the beach.
And while Jenny was enjoying her ice cream, the sun was doing it’s best to take that joy away from her, the ice cream melted faster than her tongue could keep up with.
Ice cream dripped down her hand and was about to fall onto her chest.
Which Oscar noticed and observed with a little to much interest.
She noticed and wiped her hands free from the icecream using his face as a towel.
He cleaned his face and spoke, “Oh and about the book.”
“What about it?” she asked.
Oscar sucked the last bit of ice cream that was stuck in the cone and talked with a mouthful of ice cream,
“Turns out the toilet lady is in love with a frequent peeer.”
“A master peeer?” She asked.
“Not sure, it doesn’t say how long it takes him.”
They laughed at their inside joke, but what they did not know that one of the girls had followed them.
“Brainfreeze!” Jenny yelped while she pressed her palm against her temple.
“Hi!” A voice behind them said.
The girl walked around them and blocked Jenny’s sun, Oscar looked up, and with the sun blinding him he couldn’t really see the girl.
He simply replied with, “Hey.”
“I was with those girls just now. You’re not from around here, are you?” She asked him.
Oscar clearly didn’t want to talk to her, “I knew you were going to say that.”
“You did? How?” She asks.
“Well, it’s one of my many abilities.” He said.
She seemed intrigued or she was half human half parrot, “Abilities?”
I could do a seance for you right now, if you want one.” He said with an expressionless face.
Which makes you wonder why we don’t accept it as an emotion even thought our brain can detect it.
“Oh, yes please do!” She said while she almost jumped up into the air of joy.
Oscar began to move his hand in front of him while wiggling his fingers towards the ocean, “Ah, A picture is forming in my head.” He said.
The girl just stood there, still blocking Jenny’s sun, following his every movement.
Oscar jolted and said, “A rock!”
She looks at him with a odd look on her face.
As if she had suddenly taken a large bite out of a lemon, “a.. A rock?”
“Yes, I see it so clear now, like mice on a plate.” He continued.
He was planning to leave it at that, which created a painful silence.
She almost begged him to finish his seance.
He went back to sitting normally, picked up his book and said,
“You were a rock in your previous life, explains a lot doesn’t it?”
She made the sound of a bicycle tire releasing some air, “Tssk.” and she walked away.
Jenny laughed her ass off and luckily they had packed some bandages just in case.
Time flies and as the sun is a little closer to settling down on it’s ocean bed the two go hunting for living things.
“She tries to capture his heart by keeping the stall he always uses, the cleanest of all and doesn’t allow anyone else to use it but him. She even starts decorating it for him.” Oscar said while they walked towards the shore.
They were going to find hermit crabs, sea urchins and a occasional sea star in the reef and tide pools along the shore.
“Like how? Candles on top of the water reservoir?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah, and a carpet like toilet seat cover.” Oscar replied.
They looked at some of the sea urchins that were just sitting there.
“Wonder what a person would have had to do wrong in his life to come back as a sea urchin.” Oscar said.
“Not paying your speeding tickets? They can’t move so.. That would be a good punishment.
And people eat them, so they get reborn again and maybe as a human being again for another chance.” Jenny said.
Jenny was walking along the reef and with her trained eye she found a hermit crab which she picked up and announced, “Tada!”
Oscar looked at it with amaze because the Dutch boy had never seen such a creature before.
And because his mouth was already open he talked, “If I could have one wish right now, I would wish that today was my birthday and I had a cake.”
“Why?” Jenny asked.
“So I could blow out the candles and make another wish.
I would wish that I was able to do the crocodile hunter’s accent whenever I wanted.
Like now!”
And so he began pretending he was the crocodile hunter.
“Crikey! Bugger!” He yelled while he was rolling around on the shore pretending to wrestle some small sea life.
Jenny tried to calm the hermit crab down, because Oscar’s odd behaviour was scaring him a bit.
“Jennyfish!” He yelled, and she took her attention of the crab and saw Oscar a bit further down the shore waving at her.
She puts the crab back into the water and runs towards him.
He was holding something in his hand, and as she came closer she saw it was a small jellyfish that looked just like her.
It was somewhat inappropriate but he couldn’t resist the crocodile hunter within,
“Isn’t She Gorgeous?”
—THE END—
‘Wow, this is one heck of a program.‘ Oscar thought to himself.
He just tried out a new program that was aimed for kids but had caught his interest.
All you had to do is fill in your name and that of your best friend and things you both liked.
And the place for the story to take place and the program would come up with an entire story.
He ejected the disc and found a hammer and smashed the disc into pieces.
No one would replace him with a stupid program!
