Forever Running

Waves.

Swoosh....Swoosh... the gentle tide eased me out of my deep sleep. I immediatly tasted... Salty sugar? No, Lauren. Sand. Fricking sand. Fricking stupid sand, the sand on this fricking island, all because of that fricking poacher. I wondered to myself, is there any food here? Being allergic to nuts in human form, i quickly whipped myself into a beagle. Low to the ground, and has a good sniffer. Good. I sat around, wandered a little, and i picked up the sharp scent of not yet ripe fruit. As a toucan now, I soared just under the treeline. The soft breeze felt amazing on my sunburned skin. Almost a minute after launching, a huge bunch of bananas caught my eye. I fluttered next to the branch and gently wrenched two bananas off. In each of my claws I held one, and while hovering, grabbed a third in my beak. I sharply turned back to the beach and laid down the sweet smelling fruit on the sand, slightly buried. i know this is weird, but i rubbed my butt on it. Animal logic: if it smells like butt and its not yours, dont touch unless you want to get ripped up. As i was getting up, my inner squirrel sensed a presence in the bushes. One thing i learned over the years: ALWAYS trust a squirrel. I slowly started morphing into a snake. The familiar prickling started in my claws, waving onto my tail, and wings, and to the tip of my beak. My skull burned, and i knew the morphing was complete. My brain was now a snake's, as well as the rest of me. I coiled up, ready to strike with the three inch fangs of the gaboon viper. I turned at the sound and hissed.