Park

His lanky tan frame was so nimble as he loped into a run, his inky Speedo like a hyphen, leaping long in the air, almost completely horizontal like some flying stingray, pliant...extending, as he stretched his left arm long, so impossibly far, oh, oh, just an inch out of reach of the frisbee arcing, floating, ever so silently to the right...down...curving in slow motion...away...into the mouth of a poodle, giddy with her yellow prize.