“It was difficult to observe the little mouse struggle to gain ground,” she said. “The waves would carry the little one forward, and then halfway back. At times, it was heartbreaking to watch as the little creature would open her mouth wide-open while it struggled to breath.”
To much fortune, the little mouse’s efforts paid off as he finally made his way to the edge of the water, floating just an inch above the pebbled beach. He laid right there, having exhausted all its energy and strength. There, other dangers of waves picking it up again and dogs that frequented the beach, meant nothing.