“Help! A jellyfish stung me! Call

911!” I squeaked.

“It’s just me, Geronimo!” Hercule floated

by my surfboard wearing a jellyfish hat.

“See?” He held up a stick he had used to

poke my tail.

“Not funny!” I huffed, and I swam back

to shore. As I approached our spot on the

sand,

I noticed Kealoha had arrived to

check out our progress. She was sitting on the beach sketching. As I got close, I could see she’d sketched Kai riding a big wave.

“Hello, Kealoha,” I called, and she closed

her sketchbook abruptly, blushing.

“Why hello, Geronimo! Are you a Super

Surfer

yet?”

I shrugged. “Keep your paws crossed

for me tomorrow!”

I’d need all the luck I could get!

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