the sun and the waves never stop flowing some where in the world they are always going i ran to the sun to tell it to stop but it would not listen i was too young fine if the sun would not agree maybe the waves would I went down to the waves to tell them to stop and the waves agreed with the sun and they said if you want us to stop grow 3 inches then stop fine if that's what the sun wants we better have prada shoes come in and kill the sun i ran to my closet and pulled out my heels went back to the sun look at me sun i am three more inches tall time for you to die sun the sun replied and started to fade into the night the waves agree and stopped to rock and that's my story of how prada killed the sun