day, Gregory decided to swim across from the little island where
he lived, to the big island. The big island always looked very inviting.
There was a lovely golden beach with slippery rocks full of seaweed.
He swam across and played happily for hours and hours, sliding up
and down the rocks and diving into the rock pools. After a while
he began to feel very sleepy and fell fast asleep, lying flat out
on a seaweed-covered rock.
what Gregory didn't know was that on the island was a little croft.
In the croft lived a little old lady who came down to the shore
everyday to gather seaweed in a huge basket. She would then take
the seaweed back to her croft, where she would make it into dye
for the wool she had gathered from her sheep. When the wool was
the right colour, she would weave it into cloth to make fine clothes.
Whilst Gregory had been busy playing, the little old lady had started
on her daily walk across the rocks gathering the seaweed. She soon
came to the rock where Gregory lay, and started to gather up the
seaweed that covered it. She pulled up a big handful and dropped
it into her basket. But who do you think was in it? Yes, Gregory!
The next thing Gregory knew, he was slithering down under the seaweed
with a big SPLOSH!