First Splash on the Stone

A cool mist grazed my nose, and my paws actually felt the rough barnacles underneath! I leaned forward, curious about the churning water below, and tapped one front paw against a shallow puddle resting in a rock hollow. The water rippled and splashed right over my toes—crisp, real, and cold! I can move, I can feel the spray, and the sea breeze is rustling right past my ears!