His new home was fantastic. Ernie could spend hours exploring the vast green expanse behind the immense white house. On this particular day, he found himself at water's edge. It was as calm as a mirror. He found a tatter of a leaf and maneuvered it on to the water, breaking the mirror with gentle ripples. He lay on his stomach, head down on the leaf as he clutched the top of the leaf with his tiny hands. Then with all his might he kicked his powerful frog legs to propel his boat to adventure.
Swish. The front of the leaf ran aground and for the first time since cast off, Ernie lifted his eyes from his leafy boat. Slowly at first, then with wonder and delight Ernie surveyed his island. His island, his paradise. Never had he seen anything quite so beautiful, and it was all his. Such a sparkle the white stone of his island had. He quickly found the middle of the oasis and sprawled his gangly members as he lay on his back. There in the warm glow of the sun overhead, he thanked his Maker for his island and fell asleep.
Ernie woke with a start. The island shook just for a moment, but it surely shook. Then, still on his back ,limbs in the air, Ernie slowly looked up. There towering above him was one of the children. Looking down at Ernie, she began to laugh.
"You look so happy here on this stepping stone," she said, "but there are much more beautiful things in the garden on the other side of the pond."
With that she picked him up and carried him across the rest of the stepping stones. Ernie couldn't believe his eyes!
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