My super-cool friend Whit was surfing and for some reason he went way out past the breaking waves and I think it was totally early in the morning or something and he was just really happy to be sitting on his surfboard way off the coast, gently bobbing up and down in the pacific ocean. That’s more like my kind of surfing because you don’t have to stand up on a board in the middle of the water or get pounded against the ocean floor by monstrous waves. Well anyway he started to see these downward streaks of brown and hear explosive chuffing noises as if he was under attack from above and suddenly he was in the midst of thousands of deranged pelicans dive-bombing into the water all around him, barely missing him, chuffing into the water at great speeds and then flooshing up out of the water with demented grins, their great beaks full of huge quantities of grunions.
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