A LIFE IN THE DAY OF BUZZJAW

Buzzjaw opened his bulbous eyeballs. Of course, his eyes were technically always open, considering he had no eyelids, which made his eyes feel awfully dry, not being in water and all; but he liked to call his vision turning on when waking up “opening his eyes.”

He stood on the edge of the beach, waiting for his loving master Captain Clearbeard to return. He did nothing else. There was nothing else he could do, for he had no feet.

He watched the sun shine up in the sky, slowly drifting down to the ground. Every time he saw it happen he thought the world would blow up in a big boom; but it never did.

It was dark now, and the tingling feeling Buzzjaw felt in his throat told him it was resty-rest time. His body buzzed with anticipation as he drifted off to sleep, excited for what adventures the next day would bring!