Nearby a deep ocean I stood. On the shallow edge, by the warm shore I've found a shelter. Underneath the wooden roof it was written:
"The deep end of the shore there thou shalt not dare to go."
But, he, who could have written the warning was far from being in sight. A pair of yellow slippers, near a castle by the sand was all there is left behind. I thought, as I ate his food and sat at his table, that he wanted to be left alone. His last words demanding privacy for himself
made me wait for some several days. Then curiosity won over comfort. I wet my feet, called out in the ocean his name. To hear, I approached.
I would rather get wet, instead of being alone.
