The water began to feel ashamed
of what it was and had always done.
On behalf of everyone a fish came to the
land
to come to an arrangement.
The fish straightened its back:
‘Folks: three wishes.’
The shore was empty, only the shells
had the form of caps with ear-flaps under
them.
The crafty creature had to stop itself from
laughing.
I can promise what I like, it thought.
This won’t cost me a farthing. History
hasn’t even begun yet.
I ought to be getting back through the
breakers.
Or shall I stay here for a bit? After all,
I’m dry now.
I mean it’s great, that sea breeze.
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