Stavanger Bay waterslide

Although she had convinced herself she was content without setting foot on the island, she still found herself drawn to it. It was a curious thing, this curiosity! But she had no mind to examine it. Instead, she was busy looking into the water.

There were many fish to look at, which she liked very much. She loved the way they grouped together, their many colors, their dazzling scales, their shiny little eyes. It must be so different, to be a fish. It was so different already just to be herself. Did every wolf feel this way?