Okay, so I decided to let the dog live.

But that does NOT mean I'm going soft! I'm still a bitch that could effing take you OUT.

Just wanted to clarify that before I move on to what Walt I and were doing.

"I'm a butterfly!" screeched Walt, twirling around the sand.

Still grumbling, I followed suit. "I'm a butterfly. Whoop-de-frickin-do."

Walt stopped his spinning long enough to glare at me. "You're not doing it right, Shan! You have to actually believe that you're a butterfly for it to work! Trust me, this game really does relieve stress."

"It just seems to be adding more stress to my life." I shot back. Walt chose to ignore me.

"Okay, next shape! I am a… koala!" Walt cried, whirling more violently across the sand.

"I'm pretty sure koalas don't spin!" I yelled to the kid, who was a good twenty feet in front of me.

"Doesn't matter!" he sang back. "Now you pick a shape!"

"Um…I'm a…GOAT!" I hollered, continuing to make an idiot out of myself by twirling.

"Yay goats!" Sometimes, I seriously think Walt gets high by smoking coconuts or something.

"Annnd…CRASH!"

I copied Walt and flung myself to the ground, facing the sky, arms spread out.

After a few minutes, Walt spoke.

"Still mad?"

"Still homicidal."

"CRAP! It didn't work! Next time we should do more shapes."

"Yeah. I would do it now except for the fact that, ya know, if I move I think I'll barf."

"Spinning for long periods of time will do that."

"Yup."

"Yup."

We stayed like that, just watching the sky, until we fell into a game of Cloud Finders Extreme without meaning to.

Sometimes friends do stuff like that.

And Walt and I were defiantly friends.