Ryan’s trunks were yanked off with an underwater nip.
“Mam!” he scolded.
His mother bobbed up from the harbor grinning, then offered him a sealskin.
“No Mam, I gave back your selkie skin that Da stole. ‘Tis yours again!”
“Tis not my skin, son… ‘tis yours. Come, an’ truly swim.”
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