Thinking they were only being playful, I allowed my friends to bury me up to my chin in sand, and then they abandoned me. Evening was approaching, and with it the fear that the tide would cover my head and drown me. At some distance on the waterline, a woman with a large pear-shaped body sat with her back to me. I shouted for help, but the noise of the waves overpowered me. I shouted and shouted at the top of my lungs, until I was absolutely certain she was close enough to hear me, but the large pear-ish woman kept sitting there without moving, looking at the sea. The sun soon disappeared and darkness fell, and I began preparing for my death, buried in the cold sand. A large wave was about to pummel me, but just as it broke over my face, I felt the gripping sand soften in the water and after a brief struggle I managed to break free. I turned to leave, but changed my mind when I noticed the woman still sitting by the sea as ripples lapped at her knees. I approached her, fearful with every step. When I got close, her back seemed to suddenly loom up. Then a bathing cap full of dark hair bobbed on the water.