A young Lupe named Jake sat under the comfortable shade of the palm tree outside his house. The swift, salty air warmed him as he drew pictures in the light, airy sand. As he was drawing the last little fin of a Koi, he heard an excited Blurble of his Ghoti, Leopold. Jake was supposed to sell him, but no one wanted him, except Jake.
“What is it Leo? Huh? What is it?” spoke Jake nonchalantly. Just then, a strange sight appeared on the shore: an old Aisha. He was wrapped in palm fronds, and he plopped himself right down beside Jake in the sand. He was as strange as Sloth in Faerieland!
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