Unlike other mice of my age, I’ve never had the good fortune to visit the beach. I’ve been told it’s a wondrous place, like no other, a meeting point between land and sea. Friends say it is a barren terrain devoid of woodland and there is so much water that it stretches out far past the horizon. Admittedly, that description has never really comforted me, however the older I get the more I am intrigued by such a landscape.
Late one evening, after a very hot and humid day, I joined Carrie out on the porch. She glanced up from her book and smiled at me and then continued to read.
“Ahem” I cleared my throat. She peered over the top of her book. “Ah. Can I ask you something? This may sound odd. Does the beach exist and can we visit it?”
She looked at me quizzically. “The beach, sure, we can go. Which one?”
“Which one what?” I replied.
“Which beach?”
“There’s more than one?” I exclaimed….
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