The sygriff wandered the ocean shore, feeling the cool breeze coming off it. Shivering the sygriff was obviously not a very happy camper, Its to cold to come to the sea! I would much rather be at home sippin ga hot cocoa or something! SHe muttered, apparently not very happy to be shoved outside.
The poor sygriff wandered teh beach alone, wondering who was coming. Her owner had pretty much shoved her out the door and said "YOu need to get out, and there will be some one waiting there for you!" It could be anyone, or anything. Jeez, you'd think I would be told who I was meeting.