Conch shell

Lucy and Stella were walking on the beach. They were looking in the traps to get some fish but they felt bored. Because they only got the same type of fish that day. So they decided to walk on the shores to check every trap they set.

As Lucy and Stella strolled along the sun-kissed shores of the beach, the gentle rhythm of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation. With each step, they scanned the horizon, their eyes keenly searching for any signs of movement amidst the tranquil waters.

Pausing at each trap they had set earlier in the day, they eagerly anticipated a bountiful catch, only to find themselves disappointed by the monotony of their findings. Day after day, it seemed, they were greeted by the same type of fish, their hopes of variety dashed by the unyielding repetition of their haul.