This is a story which I told my children, Rachel
and Danny, when they were 6 and 3 years old respectively. That was the spring
of 1989 when their sister, Naomi was born. They liked the story so much that
I wrote it down and sent it to their grandfather, Andrew Ross, to illustrate.
We never got around to turning it into a book, but here is the text along with
my father's beautiful illustrations. In addition, Rachel, Danny, and Naomi have
a younger brother, Jonah, who wonders where he was when all this happened.
