Not so long ago, a mother and her daughter took a morning walk along the beach.
They saw something washing up on the beach but getting sucked back into the sea. They watched for a while wondering whether the waves would deliver. But the sea kept them waiting and didn’t want to release its possession just yet. It was so close and, yet, just out of arm’s reach.
Bored with waiting around, the daughter wandered off to find some helpful implements.
She keeps reaching for the treasure with her sticks, but the sea teasingly pulls it away from her just when she thought she had a hold of it. The waves keep rolling in forcing her to jump back at the last moment to avoid getting her shoes wet.
This is not working so well. I’ll have to go in the water; let me take my shoes off.
Her prize: a piece of seaweed (or was it a sponge?), wet and sandy, satisfying as a ripe piece of fruit picked from high up in the tree.