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THE WAVE
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with,” said the Wind, “and I am quite sure you are pretty enough.”

The Wave smiled with delight, and curled over with a joyful gurgle. “Come on, then; come and catch me,” she called, and in a moment she was racing over the ocean with the Wind behind her.

“Oh, this is joy!” cried the Wave, as she felt the Wind behind her blowing her forward, ever forward. “To think that I should have been sleeping at the bottom of the ocean all this time, when I might have been playing here! Dear Wind, how can I thank you for waking me?”

“Don’t try,” said the Wind. “Just play with me, and I shall be satisfied.”

So on across the ocean’s face they went, chasing and catching, jumping and falling, while the Wave danced and bubbled with joy.

The sunbeams saw them, and came to join the fun, and they darted through the Wave, flashing and sparkling as they moved. “Oh, you pretty things,” cried the Wave, jumping up to catch them; but they never rested for a moment, but darted backwards and forwards, laughing all the time.

She was such a young and happy wave that it was no wonder that everyone wanted to play

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