4. The Boat
“The boat!” cried Alexander.
And there it was. Tucked in behind the boulder was a large, black, wooden rowboat.
“Where’d that come from?” Arthur stared, transfixed at this mysterious new artifact, and handed the box back to an all-too-eager Gus.
The brothers had played all around the boulder over the past week, and were aware of every rock, shell, and piece of driftwood in a two-mile radius of it. There was no way they could have missed something like this boat. It was new.
“The boat!” cried Alexander.
And there it was. Tucked in behind the boulder was a large, black, wooden rowboat.
“Where’d that come from?” Arthur stared, transfixed at this mysterious new artifact, and handed the box back to an all-too-eager Gus.
The brothers had played all around the boulder over the past week, and were aware of every rock, shell, and piece of driftwood in a two-mile radius of it. There was no way they could have missed something like this boat. It was new.
“The boat!” cried Alexander.
And there it was. Tucked in behind the boulder was a large, black, wooden rowboat.
“Where’d that come from?” Arthur stared, transfixed at this mysterious new artifact, and handed the box back to an all-too-eager Gus.
The brothers had played all around the boulder over the past week, and were aware of every rock, shell, and piece of driftwood in a two-mile radius of it. There was no way they could have missed something like this boat. It was new.