Stavanger Bay maybe I should cry for help

"...vhere the sean, never shines... m-hmm, m-hmm, m-hmm, m-hmm."

he had no exact destination in mind. with legs as long as his, it would be a shame to hurry anywhere. he'd find his way to meal, bed and company soon enough. after all, his was all the time in the world.

it was a grey day, and so a flash of something in his periphery caught the singer's attention. his head turnes to face the ocean, the great water's breath tussling his woolen hair.

fish were leaping out the water and presenting themselves upon the dunes. 

the komondor's tail wagged once. see? you go hungry long enough, and mother nature takes pity upon you.

the dog walked over to the still-flailing seafood. he nudged a fish with his nose, sniffed it, then without further ado took it into his jaws with a crunch.