The sun was high in the sky, the sea was serene, and Polly had become one with the rock. For what reason could the lax lass have decided to stick herself to a large, gray, inanimate object? Well, Polly quite enjoyed her title Polly the Pirate, and was in no hurry to have it changed to Polly the Prune.
It was only natural for her to hightail it out of the water as soon as she noticed she was wrinkling up like a grape about to spoil. The rock, now that the kiwis were no longer hogging up space, was just large enough for Polly to make like a Victorian lady and drape herself across it as if she was feeling faint from wearing an overly tight corset.
Of course, Polly could have returned to The Birbalinda to hide from the unforgiving glare of the sun, but she needed a change of scenery. Though
