Three little stones.
“I like the Walrus best,” said Alice, “because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.”
“He ate more than the Carpenter, though,” said Tweedledee. “You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn’t count how many he took: contrariwise.”
“That was mean!” Alice said indignantly. “Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn’t eat so many as the Walrus.”
“But he ate as many as he could get,” said Tweedledum.
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, “Well! They were both very unpleasant characters—”
From: Through the Looking-Glass.
David A Lockwood 
Love, love them all! I can smell the ocean, feel the heat (and the wind!) and I reely reely like these three little stones…they resemble the oysters from Walrus and the Carpenter…the ripples of water/sand great. (You can tell I’ve got time on my hands!)
See the post again – 🙂
David.