We went to the beach, what with it being summer and all and when we got there, there were already loads of tiny little people on the beach.
I say people, but they weren't really people.
They say they were people.
I still say the were'n't people.
They say no, really they were people.
I say no, I can see that they weren't people.
That's when the fight started.
and I stepped on all of them.
Some of them didn't bother.
Mind you, they weren't real people either:
yes we are