It called me this morning, the roughest waves we’ve experienced since we arrived. I love riding tumultuous seas – getting tossed about by their fury: me vs. the ocean. I heeded its call, step by step, until I found myself facing the pounding surf… alone on the beach.

Alone… but for a single pelican standing at the water’s edge watching me.

“Try it, man,” he urged with a stupid, burned-out surfer accent. “It’s great out there.”

I scowled. I hate pelicans.

Pelicans don’t encourage, pelicans mock with their smarmy smiling bills.

I was dubious of his intentions. Something’s up, I thought.

“What’s your problem, dude?” the foul pelican asked. Read More