Gilded Bay Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn

"Ah, yes," he whispers, the sunlight gleaming off his eyes. "Fun."

He stretches, long and lean, twisting his body so that the lines blend almost perfectly with the sand. He sits like a sphinx, looking at her.

"Let me tell you a story--

There was a girl, beautiful and fair
There was a girl, beautiful and fair
Who thought the world was measured in gold

She built up a castle, walls and a roof
Surrounded herself with treasures of gold.

Stacked higher and higher, her treasures did grow
'Til she was buried in a mountain of gold.

Her friends were despondent, her family bereft
For they'd lost the girl in love with her gold."

He dips his chin gently at the hoard, ears angling forward to catch her response.

"Now tell me, dear girl," he whispers, "what will you do,

"When you gather more than you can carry

"And are left with nothing?"