The next morning, when we gathered at Three Palms, we each
had a bag with sandwiches, cookies, and a container of milk.
'I took you seriously yesterday,' I said, waving my bag.
'Good that you did,' Suzanne answered as she settled down on to the
sand. 'Are you ready?'
'Yes,' I said, 'I'm ready. Which of you will tell this one?'
'We're going to have to share this one.' Roger leaned back as he spoke.
'I'll start.'
***
The next morning, bright and early, Suzanne and I have our breakfast
and hurry to brush our teeth. We're dressed and anxious to be on our
way. When Mother and Dad are ready we head for the trail. We're are
on our way to visit the Little Old Man on the other side of the island.
This Little Old Man is not just an ordinary old man. He's special. He
lives in an old stone hut near the sea cliffs. The house is tiny; only the
Little Old Man can get into it, and he does that only to sleep or for
shelter on rainy days. The rest of the time he sits outside and children
come from all over to sit near him and listen to his stories. That's why
we're excited this morning.
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