The palmie followed Conovan, using the leaves atop his head to help clear the older bag of dirt. It's wear and tears was easy to spot, but the sand and salt had preserved it rather well.
"What a find, what a find. Slash, it only seems appropriate that the cat that found the bag would let the goodies out for all to see, wouldn't you say?"
The sea lapped lazily at the beach, slowly, slowly creeping up on the group. The tide was coming in, it seemed. The palmie didn't notice the potential danger that he had his back to. It was a known fact that palmie had to be careful around the ocean. The reality of being washed out to sea...
(( Sorry it's so short. ))