It’s the morning after a stormy night, and the waves have washed up countless starfish. The little girl picks up a starfish and throws it back into the sea. Picks up another and throws it in, too. Then an old man comes along. A grumpy old man. ‘Little girl, what are you doing?’ ‘I’m rescuing starfish by throwing them back into the water.’ ‘But, child, there must be tens if not hundreds of thousands of starfish on this beach. The few you throw back make absolutely no difference, you see that, don’t you?’ Undeterred, the little girl picks up another starfish. Throws it in. And says: ‘It matters
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