Juno’s Nest of Giggles — Before the sun warmed Pebble-Swish Cove, Juno paddled in tiny circles, making a wake shaped like a ribbon. Read the full story →
Before the sun warmed Pebble-Swish Cove, Juno paddled in tiny circles, making a wake shaped like a ribbon. She wanted every new hatchling to join her first silly ocean game: follow the wiggliest wave and shout “Whoop!” when a bubble popped. The water tasted salty and bright, and her flippers brushed soft sand that puffed up like flour.
One by one, her cousins slid down the beach and into the shallows. Plip, plip, plip went the bubbles. Juno called, “Whoop with me!” A big turtle drifted above them, calm as a floating island, while the cove filled with squeaks, splashes, and snorty little laughs. Still, one sound kept coming from behind them: thump-a-tickle, thump-a-tickle, right where everyone thought only quiet eggs were waiting.
Juno turned back. The last eggs had not cracked yet, but the sand between them was dancing. Out popped not a turtle nose, but a tiny crab wearing a half-shell like a hat, tapping each egg with a seaweed drumstick. He had been keeping the beat for their game all along. Juno laughed so hard she had to share it with the whole cove, and soon turtles and crab were whooping together through the wiggliest wave.