The river currents flowed turbulently into the vast ocean like playful children returning enthusiastically to their mother's embrace, creating intense splashes.
On the beach, a frail man walked while supporting himself with a branch, leaving many clear footprints on the golden sand. A hemp-colored fat bird that only reached the height of his kneecaps followed behind him with his short legs, creating beautiful bird claw prints.
The shadows of the man and bird came together, looking a lot like a pair of father and son. The scene looked very heartwarming.
"Your injuries have healed. You can play freely today. Go on." Arthur used the branch to push Right, his tone sounding doting.
Screech!
Excited, Right ran off quickly. His fat body swayed to the left and right, and his vigor made him look like he was headed for a cockfight.
