She found a starfish washed up on the beach the night before.
The next morning she saw it move and realized it was still alive. When she learnt the awful truth that it would die if she kept it, she had to make the agonizing decision as to whether she would keep it, or set it free, (which she really did not want to do).
I left her to think about it and after some tears, she came in the cottage and told me that she wanted to put it back in the ocean – now; which meant a walk to the shore in our pj’s to release the little guy back into the salty water.
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