Star Child

My grandson and I are walking round the garden at dusk after his third birthday party, searching for lost toys with a torch.

Suddenly he says, “What’s that little dot?”

“Which dot? Where?” I ask.

“That little shiny dot up there”, he answers, pointing to the sky.

“That’s a star,” I tell him, “it’s a long, long way away”.

“I will have to go on my bike then,” he says thoughtfully.

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