The day turned out to be very warm.  You and the Wanderer did not miss the chance to take a walk.  But after all the errands he was tired.

Lying on the grass, he tried to take a little nap.  But you constantly poked him playfully in the shoulder, then in the arm, just to enrage him.

And you did it.  He frowned and, without opening his eyes, grabbed your wrist very tightly.

"Stop it"