One Ear

It was a calm summer night and One Ear could not see more then three feet ahead of their faces due to a thick mist. They could still smell the warm, salty seaweed that had been baking on the shore that day. Earlier, Dee was starting to regret purchasing a factor 10 sunscreen when clearly the weather called for at least 20. She had become convinced she had skin cancer and it had taken much comedic dancing from Greally to stop her crying. Now, however, her bright red honker was helping to guide the Ears to safety and she was thankful for it.