A Day At the Beach-1962

As we sit in the car my sister, mother, father, and me steam rises off our rain-sodden clothes and the air fills with the smell of damp coats and wet sheep. I 'spect; I'll never smell sheep wet or dry. Or see one; other than as we pass by; from the window of our shiny red car. "They look just like clouds," I say "Silly boy, clouds on the ground?" Dad replies They could have dropped there, I think to myself. As we sit in the car my sister, mother, father, and me I make tracks on wet glass and watch as small dewdrops race down steamy damp windows. I 'spect; I'll never, ever, ever play in the sand I can see from the window, so close. "The rain looks just fine to me; I can build us a moat," I say "you'll catch your death," mum replies. Whatever that means, I think to myself. As we sit in the car my sister, mother, father, and me I've run out of animals beginning with D vegetables beginning with Q and minerals that start with U. I 'spect; I'll never reflect at my funny self in the hall of weird mirrors again; just in this stupid old window. "I'm ever so hungry; can I have something to eat?" I say. "What do you say?" My sister replies. I do not say, but please, I think to myself. As we sit in the car my sister, mother, father, and me wind-driven rain against the windscreen, the car filling with smoke from my mother's cigarettes. I 'spect; I'll never see my friends ever again just be in this car for always and ever staring out of this window. "Who'll feed our dog when they find us all dead?" I say. "What?" My sister, mum, and dad reply. You'll be sorry; when they find us, I think to myself.