Tell the Story 3 – The Young Beachcombers.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in another Tell the Story challenge. I enjoy these challenges and this is my third today! See the post here:


This is the rather eclectic picture:

Suzie and her brother lived in a hut by the sea.

If the evening was clear, they would walk along the beach gathering driftwood and pebbles and anything that had been washed up that caught their fancy.

It was a lonely part of the country and their Grandfather who cared for them didn’t worry much, they were good children and never wandered far.

Well, Suzie was good, but Peter could be quite naughty at times. He used to like picking up the small crabs that scuttled along the beach and tossing them as far as he could into the sea.

Suzie would tell him off.

“Don’t do that to the poor crabs! How would you like it if some giant crab came along, picked you up and threw you into the sea?”

“OH, give over Suzie, that’s not going to happen!” Peter would shout back.

At certain times of the year, the beach would be covered with tiny lumps of jelly. They were immature young jellyfish.

Peter enjoyed picking up lots of the small jellyfish in his bucket. He would then grab handfuls and throw them into the sea.

Suzie would again chastise her brother.

“Peter! How would you like it if a giant Jellyfish came along and picked you up and threw you into the sea?”

Peter again would laugh back “Oh, Suzie, as if that would ever happen!”

Then one moonlit night, when they had wandered further away from their Grandfathers hut than usual, something surprising appeared hovering above the sea, far off on the horizon.

Suzie and Peter stood hand in hand and watched as a giant Jellyfish floated up.

Suzie looked at Peter and said, “See, I told you!”

The Jellyfish spoke to Peter in a hauntingly eerie voice.

“Are you the young man who has been throwing my grandchildren into the sea?”

Peter stood aghast and swallowed and nodded, for he was an honest boy who didn’t lie, even to Giant Jellyfish.

“Well, I wish to thank you, my friend. Thanks to you, many more of my grandchildren have survived to grow into adulthood. My species was dying out, but now thanks to your kindness we are thriving again.”

A large wave suddenly came in from the sea, bringing with it a small casket that washed up on the beach at Peter’s feet.

The Jellyfish spoke again, “Here are some gold coins from an old shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. This is a token of my gratitude to you. Goodbye, my friend.”

As the Giant Jellyfish drifted away, Peter couldn’t help giving his sister a smug look.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/January/2019


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16 thoughts on “Tell the Story 3 – The Young Beachcombers.”

  1. Haha! Fantastic story and giving credit to Teresa for a wonderful picture. I never imagine seeing a jelly fish that large. Got stung by one one summer! A story is brewing for the picture you tagged me… 🙂

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