Story #133

A true story. A little girl asks her Dad where she came from. He replied: “Your Mother and I were walking on this very beach. The sky looked like candyfloss and the sand was soft, like butter, under our toes. Far out at sea we could see something floating, floating towards the shore. It was a tiny little boat. Its sail was a handkerchief. It came to shore. We looked inside. And there you were. So we picked you up and took you home. The little boat sailed away , but it came back later with your little brother, and then with your littler brother and sister. We stopped going to the beach for a while after that. “