83. Drop the Cockle

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It was New Year’s Day. Crystal-Rose sat on a log at the beach and stared out to sea.

“Why make New Year’s resolutions?” she thought. “They’re impossible. I always fail.”

Suddenly, a seagull swooped down to the sand near her and gathered a cockle in its beak. The bird flew high, dropped the cockle, then swooped down and gathered it again. It was trying to break it open.

Swoop down. Gather the cockle. Swoop high. Drop the cockle.
Swoop down. Gather the cockle. Swoop high. Drop the cockle.

Crystal-Rose watched until it had almost disappeared out of sight. It was miles down the beach.

“I wonder if it can ever break it open?” thought Crystal-Rose. “But in trying to break it, look at the progress it has made! What a wondrous distance has been covered!”

Why make New Year’s resolutions? They’re impossible. I always fail.

But maybe, in trying, some distance will be covered.

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