When I was a larger dragon I would spend a lot of time walking along the beaches pondering the vision of land and sea. I could hear a roaring in the distance, I ran thinking a dragon was in trouble and a curious sight was laid out before me. A huge fellow of a man was roaring at the waves every time they came on to land, when it receded he would quiet, and sure enough roar again. I stood beside him shouting my displeasure as well more for company than true anger.