|Book Title||Every Child Has a Story 1|
I was almost at the top when I heard Motti being declared the winner. I paused for just a moment but then continued the race. Why, being runner-up was no small achievement, either! But I had barely continued to run when I suddenly stepped on something. I stopped in my tracks. It didn't feel like a pail or any other kind of sand toy. It felt like...a person!
The smoke was coming out of one of the windows on the third floor. I wasn't sure what to do. In retrospect, I realize I should have called the fire department, but at the time I was under such stress that I wasn't thinking rationally. I began to take the stairs two at a time to the third floor. I could hear the cries for help getting weaker and weaker from inside the house.
I began to regret having come to the beach. What was the point when there was absolutely no way I could get a good swim? Frustrated, I began making my way deeper into the water. Every so often I glanced to the shore, to the spot where I had left my belongings. And then, suddenly, I heard a loud scream, "Thief! Thief!"
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