The Grisvolds And The Tide

The Grisvolds settled on the coast, they were rambunctious, more than most. The ocean played all day and night with waves of foam in God's own light. But when the Watergod Poseidon decreed that they would need a hidin'. They built their flimsy cardboard shacks right near the beach, there to relax. It had no choice but to withdraw until all ocean creatures saw that freedom had indeed returned and thus the subject was adjourned. But as you might imagine well life can become a total hell if you from home away are forced and thus the ocean felt divorced from its own beach and its sweet sand it did not like it far from land. And thus, each day it comes back twice to ascertain with its own eyes that those strange folks are still around, (a plan was hatched that would have drowned the Risvold Clan by tidal wave) it was the closest ever shave but Father Risvold was a man who had for everything a plan. He led his tribe into the sea because he thought they would be free. And since that time exotic creatures with somewhat human looking features live in the waves and twice a day they travel in and then away. The ocean kept to its routine and to this day it can be seen at intervals of just six hours to race to shore with foamy showers. Of course the Grisvolds are not found (remember that they 'somewhat' drowned) this is the reason for the tide, believe me, I have never lied.