Once upon the sea, there was a little wave.
He would wave up and over the shore, and then he would fall back into the sea. Back and forth, the wave would go -- until one day, he grew tired of waving, and decided to stop.
The other waves pushed past him, up and onto the sand, and then rushed back past him on their way back to the sea. He was causing quite the jam. But the little wave stayed put.
"What do you think you are? A buoy?!" someone asked.
"You've got to keep moving, kid!" and older wave shouted.
But no one could make the little wave move. He just floated there in the middle of it all.
"Don't you ever wonder why we wave?" he asked.
"We're waves," they would say, "it's what we do."
But the little wave didn't see the point of it all.
One day, during the little wave's strike, a little duck, covered in corn-colored fuzz, fell into the sea.
"HELP!" he squeaked.
"What are you doing out here?" the little wave asked.
"I was sitting in my nest," the little duck said, "eating my dinner, when an eagle came swooping down and grabbed me. He took off across the sky and I wiggled for dear life, and I guess it worked, because he dropped me, and then I fell down for a very long time and landed in your lap. And now I am terribly lost, and I just want to get back on land and into my nest."
"Well," said the little wave, "you have landed in the right lap. I know just what to do."
The little wave held the duckling and took a wave toward the shore. Then he waved again -- and again -- and soon the little duck went tumbling onto the sand."
"Thank you!" he cried.
"You're welcome," said the little wave. "I'm a wave. It's what I do!"
He would wave up and over the shore, and then he would fall back into the sea. Back and forth, the wave would go -- until one day, he grew tired of waving, and decided to stop.
The other waves pushed past him, up and onto the sand, and then rushed back past him on their way back to the sea. He was causing quite the jam. But the little wave stayed put.
"What do you think you are? A buoy?!" someone asked.
"You've got to keep moving, kid!" and older wave shouted.
But no one could make the little wave move. He just floated there in the middle of it all.
"Don't you ever wonder why we wave?" he asked.
"We're waves," they would say, "it's what we do."
But the little wave didn't see the point of it all.
One day, during the little wave's strike, a little duck, covered in corn-colored fuzz, fell into the sea.
"HELP!" he squeaked.
"What are you doing out here?" the little wave asked.
"I was sitting in my nest," the little duck said, "eating my dinner, when an eagle came swooping down and grabbed me. He took off across the sky and I wiggled for dear life, and I guess it worked, because he dropped me, and then I fell down for a very long time and landed in your lap. And now I am terribly lost, and I just want to get back on land and into my nest."
"Well," said the little wave, "you have landed in the right lap. I know just what to do."
The little wave held the duckling and took a wave toward the shore. Then he waved again -- and again -- and soon the little duck went tumbling onto the sand."
"Thank you!" he cried.
"You're welcome," said the little wave. "I'm a wave. It's what I do!"
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