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Ouma Safiya watches through her binoculars,

her fingers curled in curiosity. The shark siren

sounds. Swimmers run back to the sand and

grab their towels. Surfers rush to the shore,

carrying their boards under their arms. Under

the showers they strip off their wetsuits.

“Whaaat? Whaaat? Whaaat?” cry the gulls.

“What will Yusuf ’s father bring from the

ocean?”