Shielding against the glare, they all peer skyward. “Can you make them out?” Heads shake.
“I can hear them though,” one mutters nervously. “They can’t be far away.”
“We should get under cover. We don’t want to be caught in the open like this.”
“Not until I see them. I want to know what they’re flying.”
“Don’t be a fool. We’ll never outrun them if they spot us.”
“If we can’t see them, they can’t see us. They’ll never see us against the sand if they’re that high.”
“I’m not taking that chance. You coming?” The third is torn by paranoia and curiosity. He doesn’t reply and paws indecisively at the beach with his toes.
“But we didn’t do anything wrong,” he finally complains.
“I know, but they don’t know that.”
“Okay, okay,” accepts the first. “Let’s get back to the trees. Maybe I can see them from there.”
“Hurry, it’s getting louder.” The three turn and scamper back to safety, failing to notice the trail of footprints they leave behind.
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