It is waxing now. Our brother in the sky, that cold floating orb, is growing ever full. The pull of the tide gently covers up sand with a glistening blanket of water.
There is a disturbance.
Infinite rings vibrate and ripple outward in the cool pools on the shore. Suddenly, towering plumes of water eject from the ocean. Emerging from the explosion of water is...it couldn't be...it is...it's a baby shark, propelling skyward to join the waxing moon. They join in an immediate coalescing. Now, the shark moon glows with fullness. It is ready for the spotlight, the warm sun. It is ready for the World Series.