“In the dying light of the afternoon, The great predator stalks her prey; delicious cheesy mayo fries. Slowly she approaches her unaware food. It’s so close that she can smell the steamy crispy potatoes, the fragrant melted provolone cheese, and the tangy mayonnaise that its drenched in. It smells like victory.

Then, the shark girl pounces on her food. Oh, the carnage, the tussle, as she greedily devours the treat. Scarlet sauce splashes over the chaotic stage. She shakes to and fro, gnashing and chomping at her nutrients. Chips go flying left and right, messy remains of a violent feeding. Oh the inhumanity.”

Daniella narrated her dining habits like David Attenborough doing the voiceover for a documentary on lions in the african savannah, as she chowed down on her favourite beach snack; a crispy box of Piper’s best Mayo Fries. Piper’s was the best surf food vendor on this stretch of beach. How she got her fries so soft and fluffy in the middle, and so crispy crunchy on the outside was a mystery. (One that likely involved copious amounts of animal lard)

Licking her fingers of the salty, greasy goodness, Daniela patted her tummy and rested for a while to digest her pre-surfing snack. She’d spent most of the daylight hours napping after a good morning shredding the fantastic tubes with her longboard. Every last creamy white dab of mayo, and stringy hot cheese was lapped up.

“Mmmmm. Delicious.” she murmured happily, giving an unladylike belch of approval.
Some of the other surfers, returning from a day out on the waves, just stared, stunned at the strange sight.

“Who’s that crazy lady attacking her food like an animal?” one Bunny whispers to her Kitty friend as they walk, surfboards by their sides, approaching Piper’s.
“Oh, that’s Daniela Shepard.. You know - the surfing champion” her friend replied
“Wait, ‘The’ Daniela Shepard? The one that was in that sex scandal with the entire female Swedish Olympic Beach Volleyball team, a luxury Yacht, and a giant hot tub filled with Strawberry Yogurt?”
“Yup - that one. ”
“Do you think I could get her autograph?”