Stabbing the Jellyfish

I knew I had to wake up eventually. My muscles were tensed and sore and I could hear the children screaming and running close by. Something exciting had happened.
I followed the kids over to a giant dark gray slimy looking thing lying on the beach near the water. A small crowd had gathered around it and everyone was talking excitedly in Greek. I asked, “What is it? What’s happening?” To no one in particular to see if anyone would answer. A man next me explained, “It is a jellyfish.”
I had never seen a jellyfish I real life. I had seen the cute little purple things on TV and this looked nothing like that. It was about the size of a beach ball and was laying on what appeared to be its back. It was shiny and dark gray and was twitching slightly. I felt bad for the poor jellyfish and assumed the kids would push it back into the ocean. But apparently this was an abnormally large and interesting jellyfish. The kids all found stick and began poking at the jellyfish. And not just poking at it, The Boy was on the front lines and took his long thin stick and slowly pushed it deep in to the jellyfish, where I can only assume its heart was.
Little kids began throwing sand and cigarette butts at it as the other kids began pushing sticks deep into its belly. The adults stood around, watching the kids maim the immobilized but still wriggling jellyfish. I backed from the group and started towards the ocean. I felt sick.