There's pictures of me that I have at home. This looks like me.
I'm waiting to see the new sailors coming to town. I fluant myself. They're at the beach, that's for sure. I think it's warm.
In Nee Bay, WA the Native Americans were allowed to bring 3 big whales.
Her name is Molly. She's on a California beach, because of all the people around.
She's celebrating something. I used to be at the front of the parade with one of those things you twirl. If that was me I'd play a trumpet.
She's anxious to show off her new beach outfit. I think she might be going swimming. It might be cold.
She has to watch out for the poisonous things, jelly fish. My Dad would always make sure we knew to watch out for things like that.