Lime is perfect for the world wary, world weary, and
a beautiful antidote for feeling old, cynical, hard
done by or being a martyr or a hypochondriac.
A young and sickly prince stands by the side of an ocean
shore. His young shoulders are born down with the
responsibilities of his birth; his face is pale and his
lips are thin and bloodless.
"What good is this ocean?" he cries and shakes a fist
into the wind, "It brings me no pleasure, as nothing
does these days!" A dolphin swims close to shore in the
shallows, flaps his tail hard in water and drenches the
prince with a shower of spray in an instant. "How dare
you!" shouts the prince, wet and breathless, "I shall
have you arrested, all of your kind!"
The dolphin splashes him again before the final words
are spoken, and then again, and finally the prince, his
finery completely soaked and dripping head to foot, has
got to start to laugh - and he runs to the water, throws
himself into the ocean and becomes a child again.