The Whale and the Wave

Today I am telling you about 2 different things:  1) a whale; and 2) a deadly wave.  I will tell you about the whale first. One day in 2009, a dead whale washed up on the beach in Mexico. A lady named Lauren, who leaved nearby asked if she could have it.  It was a very very awkward question.  The whale stunk so bad it made people sick.  After 6 weeks, they moved it five miles to a wildlife reserve.  After 6 years of making missing bones, and taking out oil, and painting it with a type of cement, they had put it back together as a great whale skeleton.  I saw the skeleton today, it was awesome.  I will show you pictures about the other animals there too.

Now I will tell you about the wave.  My mom, me and my brother were in the ocean jumping waves.  Suddenly I heard my mom saying "whoa... whoa... WHOA!!!"  Next thing I know, I'm under water!  I can't breathe, I feel a hard death-grip on my arm, I don't know what's happening.  I'm thinking "is this a dream, what's happening, whoa... look at that fish... that was a small one... I wonder what it will be like when I get home... am I dead?"  It's black, I'm being thrown around in a great big wave.  I curl into a ball and close my eyes.  Then, I'm out of the water just like that.  I'm coughing, sneezing, covered in sand, mouth tasting like salt, and looking like a monster.  I was happy but terrified, sad, scared, wondering, thinking, and spitting the ocean from mouth.  My mom was the one holding my arm and my brother dove through the wave before it had even crashed!! NO FAIR!!!!!!