She was soaking. She soaked. She dropped her book in the bath. She took a bath and dropped her book in the bath when she was taking a bath. She left her book out in the sun because she got it wet in the bath. The book dried. Its pages crackled afterward. Its pages were a bit wavy afterward. She was in the bath. She soaked. She was soaking. A nemesis is not just an enemy. It is someone that you can't defeat. She was scared of her nemesis. When they were children, they planted beans together. They sat and shelled peas for hours together. Sugar snap peas. Sugarsnap peas. Sugar snappeas. He took a swig. He swigged from the bottle. It's always a bottle that's being swigged. He swigged from a cup? Is that even possible? Can one poison another if that other person ate oats and oil earlier in the day? She had to lay her hand flat when she fed the horses carrot bits. Her grandparents showed her slides of the two of them riding ostriches. Her grandmother had recently dyed her hair. Her grandfather had recently died.
The water bug had pinchers on its backside. The rain barrel was full. It had rained last night. The thunder had shaken the house. The house was made of cardboard and zinc. The house could withstand water, waves, lava, dust, and waterbugs. The waterbugs were in the rain barrel. The barrel got tipped over. When the thunder shook the house, it gave off a strange smell outside. To describe the smell would take away its mystery. The night had been warm and orange. The rain barrel came from across the street. Even though the water bug floated in the water in the rain barrel, it, the water bug, could not remember ever hearing thunder or the house shaking. All it could remember was being put in a jar by a girl. The girl had tried to celebrate her great grandfather's birthday but failed because she could not sing or light candles or dance or wear small purple roses in her hair. Her mother spent most of the morning plucking Japanese beetles off the roses with chopsticks. Once she removed a beetle, she would place it on a brick and then use another brick to squash it. She did this over and again until she created quite the paste.
The tourists would leave the ocean kayaks too close to the shore. The ocean would take the kayaks, pull them out to the breakers, and then send them down the beach. If this happened, then someone from the hotel would have to go to retrieve them. Or the tourists would paddle far out past the breakers and become too tired to paddle back in. If this happened, then someone from the shore would release a creature to swim out and eat the tourists. The tourists might fall out of the kayaks and hit their heads on the reef. They might step out of the kayak, step on the reef, and have a morey eel bite their foot. They might put a foot down on the reef and stand on a poisonous sea urchin. You can eat the inside of an urchin--the sea kind. Not the kind that's a child and in Charles Dickens. He shaved his legs. He waxed his lip. He shaved the hair off his toes. He trimmed his toenails and fed them to birds. He invented a material that would allow him to breathe underwater. He waved underwater to all of us. We were eating at a restaurant that, for one of its walls, had a gigantic aquarium. A large tank. Sometimes, divers would appear in this tank and perform tricks. Or divers would have to fight each other toward some kind of death. Or animals were released on them.
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