The Giant

Polly woke before dawn. The lantern was shaking. The sea was silver. Big lines of water marched to the beach, one by one. Each line was taller than the last.

Then the giant came. One wave rose and rose. It was taller than a building. It was a grey mountain with a white top. A jet ski pulled a rider onto it. The tiny rider flew down the wave.

The wave exploded. White spray jumped up the whole cliff. It burst over the fort like cold rain. It fogged Polly's glasses. The roar was like thunder without end.

All afternoon the giants came. Animals stood on the cliff, dogs and foxes and gulls. They cheered every ride. Polly held the red lantern, wet and happy.