A stiff glance knifes the somewhat circular puddle from each side. Not diagonally. Just five shoulders lengths beside each other really:
See, here! I have found this and emptied my pocket in the evening sun. I think some of it might be yours.
Yes this is mine! This is mine! Where did you find it?
It is from my pocket. It is not usually of the matter your kind wants, but it is from my pocket.
I really love it! - Can you bring it back to me?
I cannot. I am a wall that keeps the water.
Oh I see. I am a duck and a water lily. I will come your way.
I don’t like what you hold. It is demented and it makes my eyes bleed!
But you said it was yours? - Now it is yours to keep, and I want nothing more of it.
But I only wanted some of it! You promised it was only partly mine!
I promised nothing, and greed got you curious.
I will live with it then, and hold it in my eyes. It is okay.
