Dear Seaweed,
Please stop tangling around my feet while I stand at the edge of the ocean, letting the water come up and around my feet.
The whole thing is so nice until I feel your slimy green threads manacling my ankles, writhing and wriggling in joy at having taken another prisoner.
Just go ahead and pass by me a few inches either to the right or the left. The sand, water, and I have a good thing going. Leave it alone.
Got it? Great.
Thanks,
MM
