Once upon a horizon, not too far but a tad too salty, the seagulls convened a summit on the ethics of diving for chips.
The tide refused to speak, claiming it was on a strict diet of nonsense, whilst the wind proudly wore its colander-like hat.
Rumor has it, the sun peeked through a cloud, just to roll its eyes and seek cover behind a much larger, serious-looking cumulus.
Join the audience of this absurd play by visiting Whispering Ocean or perhaps the Unseen Shore.