There I went, down to the sea

No thought of defence, or thingezzz threatening me

Barefooted and fuzzy as I could be

Just a silly lone Khojit...

It was then the mudcrabs began following me

And I dislike them - as you will see!

Crusty, nasty, as they could be...

Why did I think this place was for me?

Over rockezz, and through the surf

On they came, and what was worse -

I could see Slaughterfishezz in the water

So there was no escape that way!

Still I considered what were my optionz

Down the beach or up in to them -

What was maddening was these crustations,

Were slower than me but were so many

Leaping then from rock to rock

AGILE I am, and was not caught

But up ahead I saw a dog

Or so I thought, and was proved wrong

It was a wolf, and had my wind

Everything might have been over then

But the crabs had seen it too

'Else I could not tell this story to you

Thus I scrambled far away

While they fought it out that day

Down on the beach in Cyrodil

~ A Khojiti tells this tale to you

Greywolf