13-LAAAAAND Ho!

LAAAAAND Ho! Finally, at sunrise on the eighth day of our pajama-sailing adventure, I heard someone squeaking, "Laaaaand ho!" I stared at the island emerging from the waves. It got closer and closer. The sea flowed beneath us like an emerald-green carpet. Ben was the first one to reach the island. The beach was covered with fine white sand. When my cousin landed, he flopped onto his belly and kissed the ground. Then he turned toward us, snout covered in sand. He looked like he'd just eaten a doughnut. "Ratlings," he said. "No one is going to unglue me from this spot! From now on I am a land mouse, not a sea mouse! and proud of it!"