Johnny sat there, his bare feet tingling like mad.
With his toes wriggling, He stared at the ocean around his island home.
he felt like wanting to strip down to nothing, and then jump in the ocean. "Maybe I should let the tf be random..." he thought.
"No." he said. I'm gonna wait." and he did.
he waited for ages...
but nothing happened. "Hm. Nothing." he muttered.
then he fell asleep on the deck, having a nap.
an hour later, he awoke, and he saw to his frustration that still nothing had happened. "Damn." he muttered.
He felt a cold breeze caress his bare feet, and he saw the sun was slowly sinking. "Ah well," he said. "Time to go home."
he put his boots and socks back on, tied up his boat on the dock, and headed back to his house. He glanced back at the sea.
'It would be nice to be a fish.' he thought, as he walked back to his house. 'not having to worry about things, like clothes, money, anything. Just being able to swim carefree in the oceans all around the world.'
he grinned. as he walked all the way home.
he had always having dreamed of being a fish. and now, his dream was gonna come true...
but.