My name is Emil.

The waves lap further and further up my shores.

I'm just a small island,

I can't take much of this.

Everyday, the ocean rises further.

And I've begun to see and feel a change.

I've been losing weight.

Not dieting, or an eating disorder.

I'm slowly wasting away.

We Nordics stick together in one house now.

We need to take care of each other.

I went down to breakfast, and my friends reacted.

Finland screamed, "Iceland! What's happened to you!"

Denmark spat out his beer.

Sweden said nothing, but his face showed shock.

Norway looked down at his plate...

and cried...

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...

when he finally looked up, he looked us all in the eyes.

"It's begun, then. I didn't want to believe it, but the flooding is starting.

We must approach the other nations and tell them."

But the major nations didn't believe us,

they called us "tree hugging hippies"

and when I showed them how I had lost weight,

they told me to stop dieting,

My name is Emil.

It isn't fair.