Beach Buoy went to the beach alone.
Another Dog would not budge.
He reached the beach at 6-54 p.m.
The tide was well out.
There was a breeze off the sea.
A young man walked by.
His doodle dog came to say hello.
It was brown with a wonderful face.
It was as wet as wet could be.
Beach Buoy told the north dog story.
Beach Buoy reached Stubborn Dog Stack at
7-21.
"Evening Mate."
He added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
Coffee.
There wasn't much of a view.
In time...
"See you mate "
BEACH BUOY.
