Shattering the palm tree record, that was no
big deal. I rate far better than that. What made
me mad, however, was the rumor that I was a
swell guy. How that got started, I don't know.
I walked Beachcomber Haven, just looking for
work - me and my dog named Flynn. When
the waters rose over the jetty, I knew we were
in for some sort of trouble. 'Get ready,'
to Flynn, I said, 'get ready.'