I took Lily and the dogs to Waikawa Beach today. On the way home we lost the beach ball. Lily fell over and dropped it. As I picked her up, the ball rolled slowly towards the river.
I chased it, but couldn't quite catch it in time. It floated slowly away. I took my shoes off, but the water was too deep. "Daddy get it," she howled. I couldn't, it was just out of reach. We watched it disappear towards the centre of the stream and float towards the sea to join the 10,000 square miles of plastic waste floating in the Pacific. Poor Lily was distraught.
There's a happy ending to this story. The ball floated all the way across the river to the other side and a man chased after us to tell us. Phew!
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