Miss Emily shares her memory of her adventure to Buzziwog with the children and teaches them how to go there too.
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Cilla grabbed my arm and said, "Look! There is the beach."
The sand on the beach was peachy pink from the coral on the reef. It was soft, sugary sand that stuck to your toes.
A group of starfish were doing cartwheels across the sand. Three seahorses were sunning themselves on beach chairs.
Suddenly I heard this deep voice say,"I need to find something to eat."
I looked around and caught a glimpse of an old walrus reclining on a lare rock. He kept repeating,"I need to find something to eat."
That is Geezlewink, Cilla giggled. Wherever Geezlewink looks, whatever he sees, whatever he says, it is always related to eating. He seems to be forever hungry. "Hello Geezlewink," Cilla called.
"Your looking luscious this afternoon, Cilla," Geezlewink replied.
"Hi Geezlewink, I am Emily," I shouted.
"You are looking delicious too, my dear," Geezlewink winked.
"He isn't going to eat us is he?" I asked Cilla with concern.
When it was time to leave Buzziwog I was not sad. I knew I could come back anytime. I could even bring friends with me if they believe Buzziwog is real.