The waves tossed restlessly as a long, small, brown creature broke the surface, gasping for breath.
The continental drift...it had happened all too fast.
And now I'm stuck out here. the animal thought wearily. He knew he'd have to find dry land or he'd drown. His short arms and legs powered like little motors in the water, but they gradually slowed. He was running out of stamina...and fast. The weasel started to panick.
Relax Buckminster. Just try to-
A large wave flew over head and crashed down on top of Buck, throwing him further beneath the water.