She finally got there and sat down on the hot sand. Miriam watched the waves crash down, like buildings collapsing. Suddenly, she ran towards the frightening waves and was engulfed by the salted water. A nearby lifeguard ran into the water and began searching for the little girl. He felt a hand and pulled on it.
Miriam came up to the surface. She was laughing. Her head was thrown back, and she was laughing. In confusion, the lifeguard almost let go of her hand. The little girl kept laughing until the two had reached the sand. A boy approached her carefully.
"What's so funny? You almost drowned!" he growled.
"I didn't! He thought I did." she laughed
"These are treacherous waters-"
"No, they're dancing!"
"What do you mean?!" the boy almost shouted.
Miriam laughed and explained to the boy:
"Dancing isn't just swaying your hips or doing flips and turns. That's robotic. Dancing's more like actually feeling the movement in your body through your mind and heart. Dancing is natural. If you're doing those flips and turns, that isn't natural. It has to be your own thing. Like these Hungrim Waves, they're doing their own movement: dancing. The Hungrim Waves aren't the same as the soft and beautiful Carmie Island Waves."
The little girl searched in the boy's eyes for some understanding. There was none, but she somehow brightened up with glee. Miriam stood up and began "dancing". It was weird, those tiny arms flapping up and down. She thrust her legs in front of her, one at a time. She threw her head back and forth. She wiggled her nose and fingers.
"That's dancing." Miriam grinned.
"That can't be dancing! It was awful!"
"Not to me! It's natural dancing."
The End.
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