Tale of Beach Day

There once was a boy named Mario who went to the beach.  He wanted to catch some rays and play in the sand and waves.

Upon arriving, the sun was scorching.  It was a long, long way to the beach, and the heat was hot.

The sun was casting a mirage upon the everything he saw, and it was making him hangry.

So he stopped at a restaurant for a bite of dessert--nothing wrong with that at all as long as it's part of whole, complete diet, and you don't ever let any hard-nosed ascetic tell you otherwise.

Along the boardwalk there was a vendor selling popcorn, so he grabbed a bag of that, too.  Because everyone loves popcorn, even if some people try to deny it.  Just don't let it get caught in your teeth, that's all.  You don't want cavities.

But when he stepped foot on that sand--holy hell!  It burned like hot coals!

(PSA: Oprah is my hero and should be POTUS)

It hurt worse than walking on LEGOS, which is the second-worst ever.  Ask any parent.

When he finally got to the beach, he put a towel down to protect himself while he laid down to get some of that sweet vitamin D.  But wouldn't you know, in short time that sun baked him crisp like a hot potato.

He spent the rest of the afternoon cooling off in the refreshing ocean and playing in the waves, avoiding the angry sun.

After that, he decided to spend his next vacation with the songbird who sings in rings of smoke through the trees, from where his spirit is crying for leaving.