front of the carved wooden door. He knocked gently and they heard the heavy sound of a shoe running towards the door to open it.

                 "Grandpa, you’re home! Let's cook your catch!" the loud shout of the seven year old boy from the inside of the still closed door of Donald's big green beach house. Finally, the boy opened the door and immediately saw his grandfather Donald and Amara. He just looked at the two of them for a moment.

          "I don't think we can cook this one Dennis," the answer of Donald to his grandson smiling and laughing at him.

          "Yeah grandpa, and I don't think we have enough fish food to feed her either," the quick answer of the handsome seven year old little boy. "Hello."

          "Hello. I'm Amara," the answer of Amara looking at the