“Coyote?” she whispered.
Nick sat atop the lifeguard chair, watching the pandemonium. He pulled out a tiny notepad and scratched a note: v0.9 stable. Chaos output: 94%. Next test: The Clifftop Clambake. The Bad Fox -v0.9- -Beachside Bunnies-
Then he vanished into the dunes, leaving behind only a set of paw prints and one perfectly sun-warmed, unguarded carrot. “Coyote
Bruce woke with a start, the whoopee cushion blasting like a foghorn. Pip shrieked at the fish on his foot. In seconds, the beach erupted: bunnies cannonballing into the surf, tripping over sandcastles, and—in one spectacular case—zipping Bruce into his own striped beach bag. tripping over sandcastles
