Anchovies, squeezed tightly together in a tiny tin, have nothing on me and my mates. Time was when we stood big and bold and then nature decided to throw everything at us, weather, earthquakes, tsunamis, all trying to break us up. I’m ashamed to say, it worked. We became tiny fragments of our former selves. We felt small; we were very small. Blown and tossed with the whims of winds and oceans. Time and tide were our undoing.
But WTF! Go on, lie on me in your itsy bitsy, teeny weeny! Take the rays... see if I care, you sadists!