It was a small sailboat. Yet, it was lovingly crafted. The little boy had labored over his creation. At last, it was finished, and it was good. He took it to the lake to see how it would fare. After placing it in the water, the boy stepped back. The sailboat was wonderful. Just then, a breeze took the boat out of the boy's reach - and soon it was out of sight. The boy was devastated; his creation was gone. A few days later while walking down the street, the little boy saw his sailboat in a pawnshop window. He immediately went in and purchased his boat. As he walked home with the sailboat in his arms, he spoke to it. "You are mine because I made you, and you are mine again because I redeemed you."
2 comments:
Awesome little story!
Nice illustration! Where did you hear it? And I approve of the sailboat. tee, hee, hee
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