Juicy Grubs

The turquoise sea was murmuring and a soft breeze flapped her umbrella and ruffled the blanket. Rosie stuffed a few more shrimp.

“I am out of here,” she thought. “My life is just not exciting. I need to see new places. I need new faces and there is a whole wide world out there.  I want a new home, I think I want to live… somewhere else. “

 Just then Blue Bert strolled down the beach.

“Hey ya  Rosie Pink, I see you’ve got shrimp.  Me, I prefer a juicy grub. What’s snapping kiddo?”