cartoonheroinenamednikki:It was a beautiful misty morning and the seagulls were flying North and as
cartoonheroinenamednikki:It was a beautiful misty morning and the seagulls were flying North and as I pass through the fog I can upon a little bed of seaweed drifting in the waves. Upon which lay a sleeping baby. And when I picked him up and held him I said to myself ‘What a perfect little angel’. His golden curls must be made of sunlight and the soft voice from the soothing surf. His eyes were made from the stars in the night sky. And his ears were made of…well, they looked like eggs. And as I removed the seaweed he was so delicately wrapped in I smiled and knew you were my little baby, Flapjack, my little dream come true. -- source link