Soft light filtered through the canopy of leaves spotting the surface of the ground at the entrance of the forest. Sensing that his daughter was not there, Tiptoes father turned and gazed off into the distance.
Mr. Man had eagle eyes and after peering into the crowd for a few moments, he spotted his tiny daughter lying down curled up on her side out by the bay.
Big Little Tiptoe, Copyright 2020 Richard Arthur Clement Jr.
