SURFER THOTS TEN MISTAKES
STORIES THAT TEACH A LESSON. It was a Tuesday, the ocean a dazzling expanse under the Trinidad and Tobago sun, a sight Surfer Thots still found profoundly unsettling. Her home planet, Xylos Prime, was a dust-blown orb where water existed only as a concept in ancient texts. The sheer, overwhelming wetness of Earth was a constant assault on her senses, yet also a source of strange fascination. She'd observed humans "surfing" for weeks, memorized countless instructional videos, and even theorized about the hydrodynamics. Today, she was determined to translate theory into practice. Her board, a gift from a curious local named Mr. Toks, felt alien under her feet. He was an "experienced surfer," a man whose skin was permanently tanned and whose eyes seemed to hold the rhythm of the tides. Thots had initially bristled at his gentle suggestions, her Xylosian pride demanding self-reliance. Now, bobbing in the deceptively calm water, she felt a tremor of unc...