sat in their circle—the Policemen, the giant, and now, Dog. The lighthouse keeper lit a lantern, its glow casting long shadows on the sand. The beach dog nestled into its basket, the crown of driftwood still perched on its head.
“Silent watchers,” the second Policeman whispered, “and joyful celebrants.”
And in that quiet moment, as the night wrapped around them like a soft blanket, they knew that the sands held more than duty—they held magic. For in granting a simple wish, they had woven a thread of connection that would endure beyond tides and time.
And so, under the vast expanse of the night sky, they slept—the giant, the Policemen, and Dog—dreaming of endless shores and the promise of a new day.