A Tale of Starfish
By Mr King
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.
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Copyright 2005 Seth David King
Published on Thursday, May 26, 2005.
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