The Creamberg

I see a pod of orca whales, as black as a strip of liquorice. As I stare at the beautiful sight, I spot a humungous creamberg with a massive golden, waffle cone. It's like the whales are the lollies from the creamberg but they've broken off it and become mammals.  The deep, blue ocean is so quiet,

so quiet that you could almost hear a baby spider squeal.