The starfish began to get worried… not only was it a frosty, foggy morn- but the good captain was blind in that eye as well.
After I did this, I was reminded of the water in “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak which I’ve read to the kids over and over. I don’t love the story as much as I love the illustrations. It’s funny how visuals can influence you and then get re-imagined.
