
Finnegan the Fox slung his sea-blue guitar over his shoulder and trotted across the warm dunes. While other foxes hunted in the forest, Finnegan hunted for melodies at the edge of the ocean.
He sat on a piece of sun-bleached driftwood and closed his eyes.
"That's it!" Finnegan cheered as a big wave crashed. Strum! He caught the sound of the spray on his strings.
He stayed until the sky turned purple, practicing until every note of his new album sounded just like the sea.
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