Grandpa Orrin's Lighthouse Snore
When my grandpa Orrin kept the lighthouse at Gull Point, he snored so loudly that fish popped to the surface to see what was wrong. Some folks say the sound rolled across the bay like thunder. I say it was louder.
One foggy night, the lighthouse bulb burned out. Grandpa Orrin went to bed that night feeling blue, because ships would not see the light. He pulled up his quilt and fell asleep anyway.
Out on the water, Captain Marsh was steering her little boat through the fog. She could not see a thing. Then she heard it: a deep, rumbling *HONK-shoo, HONK-shoo* coming from the shore.
"That is no foghorn," she said. "But it is the best sound I've ever heard."
She steered toward the snore. The boat slid past the rocks and landed softly at the dock. Captain Marsh climbed the stairs and found Grandpa Orrin snoring with his mouth open and his socks on.
In the morning, she thanked him with a basket of blueberry muffins. Grandpa Orrin blinked. "I only sleep," he said.
"Keep doing it," she said.
From then on, every foggy night, the whole coast leaned on Grandpa Orrin's snore. It was never late, and it never ran out of batteries.