Perfectly Odd

Sighing happily, he looked down at the view below him for which he had worked hard to see. More rocks sloped down into the tranquil water that glittered with the the light of the sun. But that wasn't what caught his attention. His eyes were glued onto the lone figure resting on the rocks. It was a boy, dark hair tousled by the sea breeze and skin glowing in the sunlight. But Rocky was not focused on this, no. This boy had a tail.

A tail.