an inch or two. And he never spilled even a drop of fish water when he dusted.
âNice job,â said Mom. âYou even got the dust bunnies from under your bed.â
One Sunday afternoon, Dad stretched out on the sofa with the paper and was soon snoring. Daniel tiptoed in and hid behind the sofa.
Just for a warm-up, he lifted Dadâs coffee cup and saucer. The spoon slipped off the saucer and clattered to the floor. Dad snorted, but was soon snoring again.
Daniel stared intently at his father. Gently, he began to lift him up.
Just then the kitchen door slammed. Mom and Michael. Daniel jumped. Dad plopped back down on the sofa.
âWhat? What?!â he sputtered. âMouse, is that you?â
Daniel held his breath and didnât move. Finally Dad put his head back down and went back to sleep.
When Mom and Michael came in, Daniel was lying on the floor reading the comics. âShhhhh. Dadâs sleeping,â he whispered.
As the days passed, Danielâs ability got stronger and stronger. He could lift bigger and bigger things. But it was always the same. Never left or right. Never back and forth. Just up. And that, not much. What was the use of this? he wondered.
Then one evening when he was coming in for dinner, Mom asked, âDid you see Dad and Michael at the dock?â Daniel hadnât. âMaybe weâd better go see whatâs taking them so long,â she said.
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was in, tied up to the dock, but Michael and Dad werenât around. Daniel and his mother started walking along the cliffs. They heard the shouts before they got to the cove.
âLook, Daniel!â cried Mom. âThat poor whale has beached itself.â
âWill it die?â Daniel asked.
âIf it canât get back to deep water, yes,â said Mom.
Dad, Michael, and the other fishermen were pulling and pushing with all their strength, but the whale wasnât moving.
âCome on, Mom!â Daniel shouted. âWeâve got to help.â
The men looked worried. âWeâve been here for an hour,â said Dad, âand we havenât been able to budge this poor whale even an inch.â
âI think I can help,â said Daniel softly.
Michael laughed out loud. A few of the men smiled. But Danielâs father didnât laugh. He looked at Daniel strangely, as if he were studying him.
âI think Mouse is a lot stronger than he looks, Michael,â he said. âLetâs all try it one more time.â
The men returned to their places around the whale. His mother took off her shoes and socks and joined them. Daniel moved to the whaleâs side. He placed his hands on the smooth skin. He looked into the whaleâs eye. Then he shut his eyes and concentrated.
Daniel heard the water lapping softly against his legs. He heard the gulls screeching overhead and the seals sniffing further out in the water. He thought he heard the whale sigh. He felt the whaleâs cool skin and his fingers tingled. His heart pounded. He seemed to feel the whaleâs blood in his own veins. And then he felt calm.
Slowly, slowly, so slowly no one even noticed it, the whale lifted up. Not much. But with everyone pushing, not much was enough. The whale edged slowly back into deeper water. Further and further, until finally it was deep enough to swim.
Then, with a couple of strokes of its huge tail, the whale turned and swam away, free.
Everyone splashed one another and danced on the beach and cheered. No one knew how they had ever been able to do it, but wasnât it wonderful that they had, they marveled. Laughing and clapping one another on the back, they all went home to supper.
But Daniel and Michael and their parents stood there a while longer.
Finally Danielâs father spoke.
âWeâd better get going,â he said. âWe could use some supper, too. And you need to get to bed early tonight, Daniel.â He smiled. âThe
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