She wasn’t afraid of the water. Not really, anyway. She slowly creeped forward, hesitating only slightly. Not far into the distance he stared back at her, daring her to come closer. “What is that?” she thought. He was like nothing she had ever seen before. As far as she was concerned, he was beautiful. The water was still and everything was very quiet. She knew she should hurry before the grownups made her turn around. In the near distance her new friend seemed to be beckoning to her. “Come closer,” he said with his eyes. He had a kind face and she did not feel afraid. She held out her hand and slowly he approached her. He seemed to sense that she was a wise old soul. Everyone around her always treated her like a baby. They just didn’t realize how much she could comprehend. This creature seemed to understand. By now they were almost touching. Her hand was just inches away from his nose. She gazed into his liquid brown eyes, and he gazed back into hers. His sadness poured into her heart. Leaning forward, she caressed his nose.
“Why are you sad?” she asked sympathetically. A splash in the distance broke the silence. A large fishing boat was pulling up it’s net. A large, dark shape thrashed around inside the net. She knew, instinctively, that this was the cause of his worry. The animal turned and dove back underwater, swimming away. Knowing he needed her help, she turned toward the shore, back to the grownups that ruled her world.
“Mommy, my new friend is sad,” she proclaimed.
“Who’s your new friend?” her mother asked, confused.
“Out there, in the water. He just swam away. He let me pet him!” she declared excitedly.
Her mother laughed, nudging her father, “She has another new friend. This one lives in the water.”
Her father chuckled, “I wish I had her imagination.”