"I'm trying!" Doc wheezes, pounding the sand as best he can. "This is not an ideal surface for running, you know!"
Dee giggles, racing on ahead. "I'm doing fine! And I haven't had legs as long as you -- ooop!"
Abruptly her foot catches on something, and before she knows it, she's sprawled out face-first in the sand. "Dee!" Doc hurries to her side, helping her up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah -- bleh," she adds, spitting out the mouthful of sand she'd half-swallowed upon landing. "Not good eatin'. . .what was that?" she adds, brushing the sand away from whatever tripped her.
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"I'm trying!" Doc wheezes, pounding the sand as best he can. "This is not an ideal surface for running, you know!"
Dee giggles, racing on ahead. "I'm doing fine! And I haven't had legs as long as you -- ooop!"
Abruptly her foot catches on something, and before she knows it, she's sprawled out face-first in the sand. "Dee!" Doc hurries to her side, helping her up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah -- bleh," she adds, spitting out the mouthful of sand she'd half-swallowed upon landing. "Not good eatin'. . .what was that?" she adds, brushing the sand away from whatever tripped her.