The Beach Mushroom

One bright and sunny day, Mr Noah took Mango and Alfie down to the beach just below the Ark, for a long walk. “What a glorious day, dogs. Let’s go and have some fun.” The dogs barked excitedly in response. It was low tide and the sands stretched for miles and miles, with no-one else in sight at all.

Mango had found a large stone to carry. She always has to have something to carry and, in the absence of a stick, she has taken to digging up stones and carrying them instead.

Alfie, being Alfie, ran straight down to the sea to get as wet as he could.

Mr Noah was chatting to his dogs as they played on the beach having fun and splashing in the water, chasing seagulls

After they had walked about a mile up the beach, Mr Noah spied in the distance a large greyish object on the sands. “Now what could that be?” he asked the dogs as he pointed to it.

Alfie looked up from digging his hole in the sand, pricked up his ears and stood staring at the object. “Woof, woof! I’ll take a look!” and off he ran to investigate the strange object. Mr Noah watched Alfie approach the large grey mass growing straight out of the sand, so he gave it another good “Woof, woof!”

“Now then,” called Mr Noah. “Just what is it?” Alfie came running back very excited. He couldn’t wait to tell his master what he had found.

“Well, then? What is it? Maybe a boulder? Or a large lump of kelp?”

“No, no!” Woofed Alfie. “It’s a mushroom!”

“A mushroom?” Mr Noah gasped. “Well, I never! So what did you do to it then, young Alfie?”

“Well, I did what any good gardener should do,” he woofed.

”I watered it!”