Post by Olivia Marsh on May 19, 2008 18:41:10 GMT -5
There were a dozen kids pressing their faces against the glass of the shark tank. Their hot breath fogged up the supposedly anti- fog glass pane. Olivia couldn't help but smile at their little bodies pushing to see the large 8 foot shark swim a few laps around his encased aquarium. She was sure that "Brucie" was thinking about busting out of his glass cage, but then decided it better he stayed alive for the next hourly feeding.
The sound of her pencil scribbling away at the notebook paper was unheard due to the over crowded Shark Room now that it was close to 2:30. Olivia was sketching the sharks for one of her mother's various improvements on the shop. Not that is made much a difference to sell shark like merchandise.
The sound of her pencil scribbling away at the notebook paper was unheard due to the over crowded Shark Room now that it was close to 2:30. Olivia was sketching the sharks for one of her mother's various improvements on the shop. Not that is made much a difference to sell shark like merchandise.
