How to Avoid Having Your Hand Bitten Off by a Shark
Away, O’ Great Immortal Shark of the bitter Water god, who provokes the rivers to flood beyond their limits, who alters the height of the sea two times as the sun crosses the sky. Do not take my hand and digest it so menacingly. Return to the waters from whence you come; gnash your jaws beneath the waves of the great seas; snatch the tails of unsuspecting fish, but do not thieve my hand, my instrument for writing my tales. For I am the scribe who vividly accounts the legends of the gods themselves, when they call upon me to recall their adventures for all to read. I know of your deeds, the wars you have fought with your Water god. I, with my one hand spared, could take up my tool and inscribe them into the Sands of Time, where they would remain never to fade into the sand, should you choose to swipe one hand from my dead body. You close your powerful jaws upon the goddess whom I speak for, and the Water God himself. Yes, I speak for him, too. You have swallowed the limbs of mortal and immortal alike. Do not take mine to rest with theirs.
Lift your weapons, O’ Gods above, and send this shark to rest in darkness, to swim where I am out of harm’s way. Sweep his sleek, silver fish-shape and remove him from the premises. Do not permit him to bite; tie down his massive jaws; close his muzzle and bound it so that it remains so. Banish him to the depths of the ocean, where no sunlight can penetrate the thick, heavy blackness and the shadowless shadows that reside within it. Cast your power upon him so that he may not bite me, so that I, great teller of the god’s tales, may pass.
O’ shark of legend, if you choose to bite my hand, I shall send to you misfortune. I shall wind your teeth in seaweed and see that you live without them in all your misery. You shall not eat; you shall not drink. Your water will be thick with oil and mud that wraps around you like a cloak of terror that hangs over your feelings. If your wishes be to elude this fate, then be gone! Let me not see your face again; let me never witness your grinding teeth, and never stare into your deep inky eyes that are now so full of loathing. Let my hand be safe. Now depart, beast of the Netherworld!
Away, O’ Great Immortal Shark of the bitter Water god, who provokes the rivers to flood beyond their limits, who alters the height of the sea two times as the sun crosses the sky. Do not take my hand and digest it so menacingly. Return to the waters from whence you come; gnash your jaws beneath the waves of the great seas; snatch the tails of unsuspecting fish, but do not thieve my hand, my instrument for writing my tales. For I am the scribe who vividly accounts the legends of the gods themselves, when they call upon me to recall their adventures for all to read. I know of your deeds, the wars you have fought with your Water god. I, with my one hand spared, could take up my tool and inscribe them into the Sands of Time, where they would remain never to fade into the sand, should you choose to swipe one hand from my dead body. You close your powerful jaws upon the goddess whom I speak for, and the Water God himself. Yes, I speak for him, too. You have swallowed the limbs of mortal and immortal alike. Do not take mine to rest with theirs.
Lift your weapons, O’ Gods above, and send this shark to rest in darkness, to swim where I am out of harm’s way. Sweep his sleek, silver fish-shape and remove him from the premises. Do not permit him to bite; tie down his massive jaws; close his muzzle and bound it so that it remains so. Banish him to the depths of the ocean, where no sunlight can penetrate the thick, heavy blackness and the shadowless shadows that reside within it. Cast your power upon him so that he may not bite me, so that I, great teller of the god’s tales, may pass.
O’ shark of legend, if you choose to bite my hand, I shall send to you misfortune. I shall wind your teeth in seaweed and see that you live without them in all your misery. You shall not eat; you shall not drink. Your water will be thick with oil and mud that wraps around you like a cloak of terror that hangs over your feelings. If your wishes be to elude this fate, then be gone! Let me not see your face again; let me never witness your grinding teeth, and never stare into your deep inky eyes that are now so full of loathing. Let my hand be safe. Now depart, beast of the Netherworld!
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