Rex K. Neauxt watched thee tide slowly creeping it's wiegh up the shingled beech,inch, by inch, by inch, as if it was some kind of cattapiller or something wormlike, maybe an inchworm,like the inch worms that ate his cabbage in his garden,the tide came in on kittens' feets;slowly getting closer across the sands, whetting each grain until it glistening in the sunlight,devouring the land as it came upwards on the shorline;and he wondered again as he had time and time before at other times weather or knot this time the tide would not cease to raise but continue onwards without stopping to flood the entire land as the culmination of the worldwide Dutch conspiracy to conquer the world finally reach fruit.