Sometimes dreams have a funny way of turning into stories. Albeit very short, this story is one of the ones that makes me smile most.
Pelican Dreams
A small, brownish pelican gently moved the other birds aside with his beak as he boarded his little raft. They fussed some but this raft was his and they let it be. As the tide went out, I watched the brave little pelican floating out to sea. Some days he’d only float some yards from shore and later come back in with the tide to go about his little brave business. Other times I watched him disappear over the horizon to brave the deep and the fishes from there that would visit him. I feared once that he might not return but he finally floated in, head high and eyes sharp. A tear came to my eye as saw him ashore again. It was a somehow noble thing this little one did, braving the waves and the deep -- a sentinel of sky and sea on the little wood raft he rode.
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