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i SuMMoNeD a SaTYR SoMeTHiNG SPeCiaL: SiNK oR SWiM? (4-4) Moving on! It took about 28 minutes listening to Cosbie's briefing of the social forms and practices of their kind which made me forgot the reason why I wanted to talk to him on the first place, we both even forgot that were supposed to watch over Bilton on the beach, "Bilton? Where's Bilton?" I worriedly spoke, scanning the waters where I last saw him swimming like a crocodile waiting to devour a prey. Don't mind my exaggerated note, I was just trying to distract and remind myself not to call out Bilton's name on the public to avoid mass attention for a missing buddy. Cosbie and I started searching for Bilton like a couple of coastguards looking for a dislodged buoy on the sea floor, what are we exactly looking for? We're looking for a Maple brown haired guy wearing a black Rashguard with a flashy or bright orange coloured short arm sleeves, it'll be easier to spot him with his goat horns above his head but apparently, he is

i SuMMoNeD a SaTYR SoMeTHiNG SPeCiaL: SiNK oR SWiM? (3-4) Start of a new day or should I say the 22nd of the month of JULY in the seven of the morning, I saw Bilton still snoring in his sleep on his respective sleeping spot in that makeshift sleeping area they created yesterday, oh, right?! I should be telling you guys that he (Bilton) is back on his Satyr form, a form having those goat horns sprouting over his forehead, a pair of pointy looking ears and those Maple brown coloured furry goat lower limbs, come to think of it; he or his older brother Cosbie never actually looked like those typical Satyr beings which the ancient Greeks or romans depicted on their tales. Are they really Satyrs? Oh wait! they did say that they're Satyrs the moment I met them, how silly of me. "Morning. Rowney." a voice suddenly spoke coming out from the restroom doorway, it was Cosbie who looked fresh from his morning ritual, I nodded greeting him back as I rose on the diner sofa bed to get my turn to

i SuMMoNeD a SaTYR SoMeTHiNG SPeCiaL: SiNK oR SWiM? (2-4) After 9 minutes of stroll to reach the beach from our hideout, Bilton joyously ran towards the shore wearing only a non-elasticated rainbow swimming trunks upon his first step on the sandy area of the beach, he dropped his drawstring bag on the side and took off his ethnic designed peanut coloured overshirt along his yellow-green flip-flops, leaving me and his older brother catching a break from that pebbly downhill stroll. Cosbie and I were standing on the dunes 4 meters from the coastline, we watched Bilton go to the shoreline to immerse himself waist deep in the waters and rooted himself there like he's going to urinate. "Bie. Why aren't you joining Bil? Are you not a fan of beaches?" I questioned to the person next to me as I grab the stuff which Bilton mindlessly left earlier, "I do adore the sea waters." Cosbie spoke tailing me from behind and decided to sat on the sand next to where I situated our stuff along with

i SuMMoNeD a SaTYR SoMeTHiNG SPeCiaL: SiNK oR SWiM? (1-4) ToDaY iS THe... NoT ReaLLY THe FiRST GeT-aWaY TRiP oF THe SaTYR BRoTHeRS (Bilton & CosBie) aLoNG WiTH THeiR (uSeLeSS) HuMaN SuMMoNeR (Rowney), THiS iS a TRiP THaT THeY'LL Be HaViNG aFTeR GoiNG THRouGH THaT aDVeNTuRouS eXCuRSioN WHiCH THeY HaD LaST.. aM NoT GoiNG To ReCaLL NoR MeNTioN THoSe eSCaPaDeS BeCauSe THaT'S oFF FRoM ToDaY'S ToPiC.. BY-THe-BY! ToDaY'S SToRY iS a SuMMeR TRiP oF THe B.R.B (BiL, Rowney & Bie) GaNG aFTeR SPeNDiNG Too MuCH TiMe BeiNG QuaRaNTiNeD oN THe LoVeLY CoMFoRT oF THeiR BaRRaCKS (Rowney's ReSiDeNCe), a SuMMeR TReaT To LeT THe SaTYR BRoTHeRS VeNTuRe ouT aND eNJoY THe HuMaN WoRLD aGaiN iN a DiFFeReNT LoCaTioN WHiCH iS NoT oN THe LoCaL ToWN'S MaRKeT oR PaRK, WiTHouT FuRTHeR aDo! LeT'S HeaD STRaiGHT To ouR SToRY. It's past eighteen minutes in three of the afternoon and Bilton's affably observing me after I sat and settles my bandaged left foot on the center table of the living room, Bilton then points out

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