With a tchroooosshh!

Tchroooosshh. Tchroooosshh. Tchroooosshh. Tchroooossheee. Such a nice noise was Asher's elephant's first thought as he awoke. The waves at the ocean do make a nice noise. Each wave builds up way out at sea; the lightest breeze or the smallest wiggle of a fish can get it started. As the waves move forward they gather up other little waves to join them, and together they grow into medium-sized waves. When they get that big they can dance and ripple at the surface, catching sun rays and shining them back to the sky like a handful of stars. The medium-sized waves run together and try to race each other into the shore. Sometimes they get going too fast and stumble, breaking a white crest of a wave while they are still far out to sea. As they get closer to the beach the sea floor gets closer to the sky, which pushes the waves up higher and higher. By the time the waves get to the shallow shoreline they merge together into big, long waves. Some of the medium-sized waves miss joining in and they sputter in like choppy splashes in a mud puddle. The big, long waves rise up high and then lean over onto the beach, curling forward like long fingers. With a tchroooosshh they crash into the sand, spreading out as thin as they can to see how far onto land they can go. Then after a pause, suggesting they want to stay longer, they fall back into the next wave, trying to stay long enough to be propelled forward again if they can, before retreating and then rushing far, far back to sea, to start all over again.

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