Leo lived in a house that was too small. His toys were in a box, his books were on a shelf, and his feet were always bumping into the table legs. His mom said, “Go outside and play,” but the backyard was just a square of grass with a fence all around.

Leo lived in a house that was too small. His toys were in a box, his books were on a shelf, and his feet were always bumping into the table legs. His mom said, “Go outside and play,” but the backyard was just a square of grass with a fence all around.

So Leo put on his red boots and walked down the path at the end of his street. The path went through tall, whispering grass that tickled his knees. It went under a bridge where a sleepy frog blinked at him. And then, the path stopped.

The path stopped because there was no more land. In front of Leo was the Sea.