There once was a young child who wanted to catch a star.
“Papa,” she said, “I want to catch a star. How do I catch one?”
“You can’t.” said Papa.
The young child would not except this simple minded answer, so she went off to find her mother out in the garden.
“Mamma, I want to catch a star. How do I catch one?”
Mamma grunted, pulling out a weed. “Don’t be silly child, one can’t just catch a star. Draw yourself a pretty picture of star and then you shall have a star.”
The young child did not want a star made out of paper, she wanted a real star that was hanging high up in the sky. Sadden, the young child walked among the streets.
The young child came across a street vendor and asked, “How do I catch a star?”
The street vendor said, “Don’t be silly child, go some where else and stop wasting my time with silly questions.”
The young child walked away with tears glistening in her eyes. The young child was passing an abandon shop when a voice came from the darkened doorway.
“You want to know how to catch a star?” said an old gruffy voice.
The young child stopped and turned. “Yes. Do you know how I can catch a star?”
A bony finger stuck out from the dark doorway and pointed up at the sky.
The young child turned and looked up at the now very dark, but very star lite sky. The young child’s eyes took it all in, but it was one star that caught her eye the most. For the longest time she stared up at the sky then turned back to the doorway.
“You see, that is how you catch a star.”
Where ever the child went, day or night, if you looked into her eyes you would see a star shinning ever so bright.