There once was a log laying on the beach. It turned out that it really was a raft in disguise. It layed helplessly on the rocky beach, where an unusual high tide had left it and never returned for it. It yearned to be back in the water once more, but he had no hope. Until one day in July, under a nice sunny sky, a boy spotted the log. He knew immediately that it's home were the waters of the Georgia Straight. But how could he, barely 11 years old, lift a log so mighty?
His brother helped him for a while, but then gave up to pursue other interests.
His grandma came by, and after taking a look at the log and attempting to lift it's weight, she told him it was to no avail. Better leave it alone, is all she could say.
Not long after that, along came his dad and grandpa, who seeing the boys determination and the log's plight, offered their assistance and wisdom that only grandpas know how to give .
At the end of the day, log and water were again united
and the log and the boy lived happily ever after
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