I remember when we first met. Late one night, as I sat in my newly-built home, you approached from the dark. And you stole bits of my shed. For weeks, I would find you out in the woods removing portions of trees for your own mysterious purposes. You seemed shy at first, until we locked eyes. Then you came rushing to greet me, and fell upon my sword in your haste. I left for a time, and upon my return, you were nowhere to be seen!
Oh Woe is Me! Have I done something to offend you? I've heard tell that I can travel to your home, but not without several of the beautiful pearls I used to find most mornings in the swamps outside my home. Now even those traces of you are gone. Oh, what am I to do? I miss you most horribly, my tall, dark, handsome Endermen. Please, spawn again in the numbers you once did, or I despair I may never see the expanse you call home.