A Tale of Starfish

There once was a boy who walked on a beach, and

all washed up on that beach were what must have been

hundreds of thousands of starfish.



And as the boy walked, every so often, he would

pick up one of those red squishy starfish, swing

his arm back, as far back as it would go, and

throw that little starfish way back out to sea.



When I asked the boy, "Why? Why do you throw back

these starfish? There have to be millions of starfish

out here, maybe billions! Why? Why do you do it?"



"Why do you keep picking them up and throwing them

back in like that? What does it matter anyway, boy?"




"Well. It mattered to that one!" replied the boy.