Seal It In A Gate

I saw the sign. I opened up my eyes and it was blinding. There, right there in the front of my position. I looked up at the sky to see it's peak. I twisted my neck from side to side when sapping in it's girth. "Seal Safari" were words not many would speak. But I did. I journied across the great lands and over a volcano (true stuff, not fib like tales). All so I could spend but a short 30 minutes with the seals. First came a sea lion. It was huge and round. It's head was bobing round in the strangest but most familiar way. That perculier movement did make out like a bird looking with it's eye. The sea lion said, "I see you there hiding fishies in your pocket!" But I dare not move. It weighed so much fat, I would have been flatter than Freemans Chest! But not to worry, I saw another one. That's right, I was so lucky, I saw it with my eyes. A Californian sea lion was next. Not as good looking as the previous sea merchant, but slick none the less. But it was even more my lucky day for I did sea a third seal all up and close like - An exquisite looking New Zealand Fur Seal. I love that one. But don't think I cheat you with stories and untruth's, no. I would dare to do no such thing. I touched it. That's the Kettles Knees for ya isn't it!

Shift The Plain Against The Fall.