Mogey fought his way up another dune, his body barely able to muster a plodding crawl. The sand was everywhere: his nose, his mouth, his ears, even his bones creaked with the dustiness of it. His throat was parched and raspy, his tongue so dry that it felt like a ball of sandpaper in his barren mouth. How long it had been since he last had anything to drink Mogey didn't know, all he knew was an all-consuming thirst. If he didn't get something to drink soon, Mogey knew he would surely die.
At last Mogey summited the dune and heaved his aching torso up to survey the area. Below him, to the southwest, lay the sweetest sight his eyes ever beheld: an immense body of clear blue water. Suddenly energized, Mogey leaped to his feet and tumbled down the side of the dune, sprinting for the moisture ahead. He tripped and fell into the shallows with a splash, then scooped up a handful of water for a long, luxurious drink.
"NOOOO! Salt water!" Mogey cried, spitting the water out desperately. "The ocean? This is the ocean! Nooooo!" Sure enough, his thirst remained, for he had stumbled upon the non-potable water of the sea.
"Is your friend alright down there?" asked a beachgoer the next towel over from Smush as she watched Mogey's antics.
"What's that?" Smush asked, lifting his sunglasses to peer over at Mogey. "Oh yes. He always gets like that when I forget to bring juiceboxes to the beach."
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