Red Wave Hit Blue Wall.

They were calling for an Atlantic tidal wave in the colder gray water, a sea of red crustaceans, migrating that season would come colliding with the coastal areas.

But red wave collide into blue wall.

Noddington Bear meditated and mediated on the Way of Heaven, stuck to Weather Channel in his arm chair.  "Its like the makings of my Saturday evening meal, prior to taking to the shows" he was saying to himself, jubilantly in his own downcast way.

Along the shoreline, there was so much crimson watched up, some of the locals had tried the phrase Blood Tide, in the County Colossus newspaper.

There was a boy walking along the shoreline that actually got washed into the ocean, a lone fatality, and you know, somebody had to be a witness, or its like, it didn't happen, or they don't acknowledge it.  Jim Cantore had stood further inland at a strip mall, then later sauntered down to the seafront to look at all the washed-up dead and dying crustaceans.

Somewhere around Kill Satan Cove.

Noddington almost spilled his beer watching endless replays of the tidal wave.  He had been watching Vanishing Point, and was watching kind of half-stupid and drunk as they put the bulldozer in the middle of the road.  Jim Cantore talked to the bull dozer operator, a country employee, unavailable for comment otherwise, but he had a little bro-wood for Jim, having seen his riveting live reports elsewhere in his abode, even there.


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